Please hold back the tears of adulation, YES I have returned, just like McArthur storming the beaches saving all those little orientals (oops-a-daisy, think the correct political phrasing is Asians, but what would a heterosexually challenged person like me know?!) It has been almost 2 months, but it wasn't easy, you'll thing it strange, when I try to explain how I feel ( Will some one get me a damn balcony). I want to welcome a 4th follower that has joined our Adventures, Hi Olaf!! (Still my bestest friends in the world have refused to join, jealous shallow bastards; that's why I love them!) No seriously, for those who don't know Jimmy's Father Mr. Joe passed away on October 6th. As sad as it is to see him gone, it was truly more devastating to watch his last 72 hrs. The helplessness of everyone, the difficulty in making the decision of Last Rites, the prayers that he would survive past their 52nd anniversary on Oct. 5th (He made it by 3 hrs.). He was truly the last of a breed, the classic Gentleman, the man that everyone respected and loved. Sacred Heart should hope they could fill their new church every week like Joe's funeral(and when I'm ready I will so rant on that church!!!). The good news is I'm finally finished hobbling on the sprained ankle, though I miss the cane (able to snag other people's drinks from across the bar, no one questions you using handicap parking, holding of doors). I haven't had time to improve on my blogging skills like links and sending virus' back to anyone who has a negative comment (though I appreciate any honest criticism so I can better myself, LMAO I kill myself). I also had the ongoing episodes of "Tom Scicluna Visits" which are never ending (Here for a Wedding, here for a Wake, here for a Week). He was here with CP (Cucumber Paul, not really his nickname, but I'm going to try a knew one each post. But as all things we shall move on and continue the ADVENTURES IN TAFFETA!
My birthday was Oct. 5th also, and I got a lot of great gifts, but I enjoy my kindle most of all scarecrow. I of course went right for the classics: Shakespeare, Jane Austin, Kathy Griffin. Sad to say thaTt I'm serious, but most of all I'm enjoying "The Meaning of Matthew" by Judy Shepard. I still can't understand how any parent survives the death of a child, especially one as brutal as that. I also got a Snuggie from none other then Cha Cha LaBucca, who obviously doesn't know me well enough because he got me plain blue when Zebra and Leopard prints were available, even blush pink would have been acceptable. My life has become so sad, I was actually wearing it when David Letterman was dissing it in his top 10, and I wasn't even embarrassed.
This week is the LIGLFF, or for my poor non-savvy readers, that's the Long Island Gay and Lesbian Film Festival being held at the Cinema Arts Theatre in Huntington. Last night we got to see Pornography, which exactly what it was without the nudity. We paid the money, and got wanked off. It was a gay, supernatural, horror flick. The only suspense that that movie had was "when will it end?". I think even the director knew that, because the last 3 seconds he shows male nudity, just so he can get a clap! There was to be a Q and A afterwards, but the theater emptied out before they could bring up the lights (It was a like the running of the bulls in Abercrombie and Fitch).
Tonight thank God was much different. We got to see "Make the Yuletide Gay" which was downright hilarious (But that could of been nervous laughter thinking it might be worst then last night). We met "Everybody knows Eddie" and "BB&Bj" Matt at the theater, which sadly didn't make us as popular as we had hoped. But, we were able to get our Preferred seating in the theater because we have become generous benefactors, before the bowels of the community were herded into their seats. Poor Mr. Jim was so confused by the short film, tring to figure out what that had to do with Christmas, but he settled down when the Feature Presentation. I was excited just by the credits to see that Nellie Olsen and Dr Beverly Crusher were in the film. Poor James had no clue who either of them were (He is so Pop Culture challenged). The movie was great all around, even the at times cheesy jokes worked. The only crticism of the movie would have to be the use of nudity! None, None, None what was he thinking, a little skin never hurt a fim especially if it's an art piece! The director was at the film plugging the CD's and DVD's so he can make a sequel. So I beg the throngs of readers to go to Amazon.com and by the film; don't leave me dangling in suspense! Well I need to head off to bed because we have Bagels and a Movie with "Mustang Sally" John tomorrow. So Ta Ta for now and we will be chatting soon in our "Adventures"
Michael Buble does Letterman's "Least Popular standards"
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
The names have been changed to protect the guilty
Hi all, I'm so sorry if I've been remiss in blogging, but with my social calender you know how it gets. I've actually been running alot and accomplishing very little, so I try to save you from my ramblings when possible, though one of my readers has accused me of having A.D.D (Yes it was Family). James is now home again from Seattle, and I've gotten to pass him once going out the door, literally (but he brought me back a mug (Hey Big Spender). I've been spending quality time with his parents while he was gone, also with his brother Tom, who's planning a huge surprise party for me (Or so he says). If you haven't gotten your invite yet don't fret there aren't any. It's one of those imaginary parties that Tom is always planning, so like those dinner benefits where you stay home and just send a donation, feel free to do so with my birthday gift.
There has been a request not to use 2 family members real names, so Ladies and gentlemen: the story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. Last Friday was the only real interesting part of my weekend. My eldest brother called and invited Jimmy and me to seafood night at the Wheatley Hills Country Club. For some odd reason, we have been asked 3 times prior but each time Jimmy was out of town (coincidence I'm sure). I then received a second invite from "Tizzy"" and "Dobert" to join them for dinner. Which one to choose: the Fancy seafood at the last remaining Republican stronghold or the Sushi "I'll get the bill" restaurant. You got it, I went Fancy. This time I really needed the diversion so I gladly accepted, and was then informed that Mom and Dad were the other invitees (Boy I didn't see that one coming). I raced home on Friday afternoon and dressed myself in my best attire and arrived at the club just behind my hosts. We arrived late enough that Mother Mary already had her Dewar's and soda, making for a more entertaining night. I was greeted by several members of the club, whom I didn't know. I found out that the twin had played golf the day before with John, and had won their tournament. John didn't mind me impersonating Richard, but was steaming that I took the credit for carrying his sorry ass game. With that sorry ass attitude, I proceded to drop him as a future partner and accepted the invites to play with the other guys. I'll take photos of their faces when I hit the ball, walk 10 feet, hit the ball, walk 10 feet: that should be priceless! As much as I steered the conversation away from politics, it curiously always turned back to it. I sneezed and got "Under Obamacare, you'd be dead right now", talked about dead front lawn got "Those illegals landscapers are peeing on it". Poor victims of California fires got "Hillary just came back from there, not that I'm saying she lit them". Seriously, Dinner was lovely and brother John and Liz are warm hosts.
After dinner I checked in on Jimmy's parents and then headed off for cocktails with "Tizzy" and "Dobert". If you are ever feeling sorry for yourselves, have I got the place for you. Father Flannigan's on the east village green of Levittown. Where do I start. I had only walked in the door, and was greeted by a stranger with "You must be from Ireland". Really? Must've been my Joey Tribiano "How you doing" that gave me away. So another patron says "What part you from, my son just back from Dublin". Without saying a word, I have started a lively discussion between 2 Scotch soaked liver soon to be on the transplant waiting list guys about my Motherland. Had I been drunk, I might have gotten homesick, despite my birth home being 500 yrds from the front door. The bar wench was nice when she wasn't on the phone. Then there was "I'm to sexy for A shirt" guy. He was wearing his best Hanes Tank-top T-shirt in white of course (It's Friday night so he wears the one without the holes). He appeared to be hiding his owner personal kegger under the shirt and was able to whistle between the missing teeth. While he plays the video game, his wife keeps calling to ask when he'll be home. A. I guess there is someone for everyone. B. She misses him? C. Should she throw her boytoy she's doing at home out or not? Lastly, was the Levittown loser, which isn't easy to achieve if your familiar with Levittown (thats the name of the local softball team and the hamlet's motto). He stumbles in offering pizza for everyone. I was just wondering why there are bites out of some of the slices and what topping is green? It really is the thought that matters. Well despite the lovely company of Tizzy and Dobert's drinking buddies, I head home after 2 drinks. I explain I have to catch my plane to Ireland and skidaddle.
Last Monday, I had Liam and Sean Day. We tried for the movies, but it seems every kid and parent tried for that (It was Yom Kippur)so it was sold out. We decided to go up to the Duck Pond in Seaford and being a great outdoorsman we wandered in the the wooded preserve. We forested our way in for 20 mins. and then turned around. half way back someone went and stepped in a mud hole and twisted his ankle. YES Uncle James went Boom. I've never heard so much fear in screaming with the thought of being stranded in the woods, Thank God the boys stayed calm. But those brats can certainly whine. They only needed to drag me a 1/8 mile but made it sound like it was miles. After Jimmy brought ice packs (Not a flask to be found) and Eileen arrived to pick up the boys, I drove home and rested the ankle. The next day, I was unable to even stand on it, so I needed Mother Mary to drive out and take me for X-Rays. Yes My 70 yr old Mommy had to take me to the big bad doctor. After the "Once again you'd be dead under Obamacare" lecture, we got to the doctor. It turned out to be only a moderate strain, and once the brace was in place, I felt 90% relief. It will be 6-8 weeks recovery, but I think I'll keep the cane past that (people are much nicer when you have a deadly weapon to beat them with).
I want to wish a belated birthday to Insatiable and Fligh Attendant Paul. With Family obligations, I've been very neglectful in sending out cards. So sorry if there are tons of typos. but I'm to short of time to be anal. Hope all is well with my legions of fans, and I'll say tata for now. Support Gay Marriage, that in itself could pay for the economic recovery and sign up to be a friend of the blog, I need all the friends I can get.
Funny or Die.com Proposition 8- the musical
There has been a request not to use 2 family members real names, so Ladies and gentlemen: the story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. Last Friday was the only real interesting part of my weekend. My eldest brother called and invited Jimmy and me to seafood night at the Wheatley Hills Country Club. For some odd reason, we have been asked 3 times prior but each time Jimmy was out of town (coincidence I'm sure). I then received a second invite from "Tizzy"" and "Dobert" to join them for dinner. Which one to choose: the Fancy seafood at the last remaining Republican stronghold or the Sushi "I'll get the bill" restaurant. You got it, I went Fancy. This time I really needed the diversion so I gladly accepted, and was then informed that Mom and Dad were the other invitees (Boy I didn't see that one coming). I raced home on Friday afternoon and dressed myself in my best attire and arrived at the club just behind my hosts. We arrived late enough that Mother Mary already had her Dewar's and soda, making for a more entertaining night. I was greeted by several members of the club, whom I didn't know. I found out that the twin had played golf the day before with John, and had won their tournament. John didn't mind me impersonating Richard, but was steaming that I took the credit for carrying his sorry ass game. With that sorry ass attitude, I proceded to drop him as a future partner and accepted the invites to play with the other guys. I'll take photos of their faces when I hit the ball, walk 10 feet, hit the ball, walk 10 feet: that should be priceless! As much as I steered the conversation away from politics, it curiously always turned back to it. I sneezed and got "Under Obamacare, you'd be dead right now", talked about dead front lawn got "Those illegals landscapers are peeing on it". Poor victims of California fires got "Hillary just came back from there, not that I'm saying she lit them". Seriously, Dinner was lovely and brother John and Liz are warm hosts.
After dinner I checked in on Jimmy's parents and then headed off for cocktails with "Tizzy" and "Dobert". If you are ever feeling sorry for yourselves, have I got the place for you. Father Flannigan's on the east village green of Levittown. Where do I start. I had only walked in the door, and was greeted by a stranger with "You must be from Ireland". Really? Must've been my Joey Tribiano "How you doing" that gave me away. So another patron says "What part you from, my son just back from Dublin". Without saying a word, I have started a lively discussion between 2 Scotch soaked liver soon to be on the transplant waiting list guys about my Motherland. Had I been drunk, I might have gotten homesick, despite my birth home being 500 yrds from the front door. The bar wench was nice when she wasn't on the phone. Then there was "I'm to sexy for A shirt" guy. He was wearing his best Hanes Tank-top T-shirt in white of course (It's Friday night so he wears the one without the holes). He appeared to be hiding his owner personal kegger under the shirt and was able to whistle between the missing teeth. While he plays the video game, his wife keeps calling to ask when he'll be home. A. I guess there is someone for everyone. B. She misses him? C. Should she throw her boytoy she's doing at home out or not? Lastly, was the Levittown loser, which isn't easy to achieve if your familiar with Levittown (thats the name of the local softball team and the hamlet's motto). He stumbles in offering pizza for everyone. I was just wondering why there are bites out of some of the slices and what topping is green? It really is the thought that matters. Well despite the lovely company of Tizzy and Dobert's drinking buddies, I head home after 2 drinks. I explain I have to catch my plane to Ireland and skidaddle.
Last Monday, I had Liam and Sean Day. We tried for the movies, but it seems every kid and parent tried for that (It was Yom Kippur)so it was sold out. We decided to go up to the Duck Pond in Seaford and being a great outdoorsman we wandered in the the wooded preserve. We forested our way in for 20 mins. and then turned around. half way back someone went and stepped in a mud hole and twisted his ankle. YES Uncle James went Boom. I've never heard so much fear in screaming with the thought of being stranded in the woods, Thank God the boys stayed calm. But those brats can certainly whine. They only needed to drag me a 1/8 mile but made it sound like it was miles. After Jimmy brought ice packs (Not a flask to be found) and Eileen arrived to pick up the boys, I drove home and rested the ankle. The next day, I was unable to even stand on it, so I needed Mother Mary to drive out and take me for X-Rays. Yes My 70 yr old Mommy had to take me to the big bad doctor. After the "Once again you'd be dead under Obamacare" lecture, we got to the doctor. It turned out to be only a moderate strain, and once the brace was in place, I felt 90% relief. It will be 6-8 weeks recovery, but I think I'll keep the cane past that (people are much nicer when you have a deadly weapon to beat them with).
I want to wish a belated birthday to Insatiable and Fligh Attendant Paul. With Family obligations, I've been very neglectful in sending out cards. So sorry if there are tons of typos. but I'm to short of time to be anal. Hope all is well with my legions of fans, and I'll say tata for now. Support Gay Marriage, that in itself could pay for the economic recovery and sign up to be a friend of the blog, I need all the friends I can get.
Funny or Die.com Proposition 8- the musical
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Day Stalker
The other night at Blanche wasn't as exciting as I could of hoped. Cha Cha rambled on about his awards. Yada, Yada! Really trophies in the shape of ruby slippers, How Original! (Now if they were shaped like a Hoover vacuum, that would be original, and just a little apropos). Poor Head Bucca Bill still had a pinched nerve limiting the use of his right arm, which made for sloppy Bucca pouring (wasted bucca is harmful to the enviroment, I hear). Shelf Butt Bobby just got in from his spa weekend with brochures of the place. We all knew they were mock-ups and he was really at a detox program, but his world is kinda small so we let him dream. "Woody Galore" Charlie was there, and yes his nickname says it all. Lastly was Dr. Petie, who isn't actually a dr. yet. He's working on a thesis or masters or something like that in Biology, which I find fascinating...or something like that! Just before heading out Petie's facebook page said he was working on his dissertation, Oh really. he explained that his topic was on Sponges and felt he could get research done at the bar watching us. Sponges? Cha Cha and I would have been mortified if we weren't so excited about being the subject of a research paper that wasn't about STD's or Hereditary Mental Illness, respectively.
I was up bright and early yesterday around 11 (Yes A.M.), and got ready for "Driving Miss Kitty". While primping, the doorbell rang. It was an ex-fling from 9-10 yrs. ago. He was tall, built and strikingly handsome (Actually short, pudgy and wrinkled but SHHH, I'm trying to make Jimmy jealous and stroke my ego at the same time). So Mr. Male Model was passing down the street and thought he'd stop in (If you know my street no one drives down it to pass by; Can anybody say stalking). Well I explain I'm flattered he stopped by, but I needed to run. I tell him to stop by anytime (so I can serve the restrining order), and off I go.
Mr. Joe was having a difficult day, so I do the errands solo. I do a little shopping, drop off dry cleaning and head for the pharmaacy. I always hate going to the pharmacy because with all their prescriptions I feel like a drug mule. I hear from in the back "Is that Jim?", I say "No, the other Jim, the son-in-law". Out comes the pharmacist, who just happened to live across the street from Jim when he was growing up (think someone would have told me?). Pharmacist Bob says "Oh you must be Claire's husband!". I quickly say to myself OOPS-A-Daisy, but to my surprise he's still awaiting an answer. (I need to check with Jim's brother Tom to see what I did wrong). To avoid any further discussion, I wimp out with the" well not really, but being with them so much they start to call me that". Bob is satisfied, and I scurry for the door. I quickly check outside to make sure there's no drug sting going on and head back to Kitty and Joe's, and casually forget the drugstore story, which is a pity; they would have found it hysterical. I can hear the "Jesus, Mary and Joseph" as I write this.
After completing my own errands, I headed to Merrick today by noon. Jimmy was working from home. No, really working, though I've heard people shop and watch nephews, while they're "working from home". Jimmy was heading off to Seattle for 4 days for work. I pick up his drycleaning, so he can have certain pants. The guy puts a clothes horse to shame, but those pants he needed. Of course I say "I'd be happy to, @%@#$%$&%" (Family -friendly Blog). Then off to do grocery shopping, and get back in time, so I can go get @%@#$%$%$ a Iced Caffe Latte from Starbucks. Well you don't have to hit me 3 times to learn my lesson, so I throw it in the door and run for the hills. Of course within 2 mins. the cellphone rings, but I didn't hear it. No, No Really I heard nothing, Nothing.
Well my DVR is running full-time now, so I am trying to keep up on the shows. "Accidently on Purpose" with Jenna Elfman, Not so hot. NCIS: Los Andeles with Chris O'donnell Very good, "The Godd Wife" just not sure yet. But I must have ticked off the DVR because it failed to tape "Big Bang Theory" so I have no clue what happened in Alaska. Well I need to run off and have tea in Merrick, which in code is check up on Jim's parents, but they don't need to know that. So good night and Tata for now, I have to go save the world from Dr. Horrible, It's amazing the resemblance.
I was up bright and early yesterday around 11 (Yes A.M.), and got ready for "Driving Miss Kitty". While primping, the doorbell rang. It was an ex-fling from 9-10 yrs. ago. He was tall, built and strikingly handsome (Actually short, pudgy and wrinkled but SHHH, I'm trying to make Jimmy jealous and stroke my ego at the same time). So Mr. Male Model was passing down the street and thought he'd stop in (If you know my street no one drives down it to pass by; Can anybody say stalking). Well I explain I'm flattered he stopped by, but I needed to run. I tell him to stop by anytime (so I can serve the restrining order), and off I go.
Mr. Joe was having a difficult day, so I do the errands solo. I do a little shopping, drop off dry cleaning and head for the pharmaacy. I always hate going to the pharmacy because with all their prescriptions I feel like a drug mule. I hear from in the back "Is that Jim?", I say "No, the other Jim, the son-in-law". Out comes the pharmacist, who just happened to live across the street from Jim when he was growing up (think someone would have told me?). Pharmacist Bob says "Oh you must be Claire's husband!". I quickly say to myself OOPS-A-Daisy, but to my surprise he's still awaiting an answer. (I need to check with Jim's brother Tom to see what I did wrong). To avoid any further discussion, I wimp out with the" well not really, but being with them so much they start to call me that". Bob is satisfied, and I scurry for the door. I quickly check outside to make sure there's no drug sting going on and head back to Kitty and Joe's, and casually forget the drugstore story, which is a pity; they would have found it hysterical. I can hear the "Jesus, Mary and Joseph" as I write this.
After completing my own errands, I headed to Merrick today by noon. Jimmy was working from home. No, really working, though I've heard people shop and watch nephews, while they're "working from home". Jimmy was heading off to Seattle for 4 days for work. I pick up his drycleaning, so he can have certain pants. The guy puts a clothes horse to shame, but those pants he needed. Of course I say "I'd be happy to, @%@#$%$&%" (Family -friendly Blog). Then off to do grocery shopping, and get back in time, so I can go get @%@#$%$%$ a Iced Caffe Latte from Starbucks. Well you don't have to hit me 3 times to learn my lesson, so I throw it in the door and run for the hills. Of course within 2 mins. the cellphone rings, but I didn't hear it. No, No Really I heard nothing, Nothing.
Well my DVR is running full-time now, so I am trying to keep up on the shows. "Accidently on Purpose" with Jenna Elfman, Not so hot. NCIS: Los Andeles with Chris O'donnell Very good, "The Godd Wife" just not sure yet. But I must have ticked off the DVR because it failed to tape "Big Bang Theory" so I have no clue what happened in Alaska. Well I need to run off and have tea in Merrick, which in code is check up on Jim's parents, but they don't need to know that. So good night and Tata for now, I have to go save the world from Dr. Horrible, It's amazing the resemblance.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Is it Writer's Block or Constipation?
What can I say? What can I say? OH GOD What can I say? Hmmmmmmmm let me think. Talk among yourselves. Oh boy, What can I say? Well today was quite uneventful. Woke up at 8:00, then took a nap from 8:02 to 10:00, then a siesta from 10:04 to 11:30. Thrilling I know. Then I joined Jimmy to take Mr. Joe for his Doctor's Appointment, which I can say went better then expected. After dropping of Joe and Kitty, I ran some errands and picked up my honey an iced caffe latte to find out he left for work, but he selflessly drove back to pick it up. Not even a tip! I left to stop by and see Liam and Sean but no one was home , so I continued on. And then what every child fears happened to me! I passed a street corner and there was my mother Mary standing on it. Now I know the economy is rough, but its real bad when a 70 yr old woman has to peddle the corners. It's even sadder that she had to commute from Levittown to Bellmore. Well I stopped to see if all was Okay (what a devoted son), and after she used a lame excuse of waiting for Sean's bus, I left. You have to leave your parents some dignity, if you know what I mean. Then it was home to clean and sadly that was my day. Thank God it's Bucca Night at Blanche, so between Cha Cha back with his trophies and Head Bucca Bill recovered from his pinched nerve, I should have plenty of material for tommorrow.
One of the great success stories of 2009 has got to be Susan Boyle. Who after taking a ribbing for wanting to be a singer on Britian's Got Talent, backed it up with one of the most heartfelt performances of "I Dreamed a Dream". After a breakdown from all the press, she has reappeared and sounds just as great. I know she's an immigrant (check her papers), but here she is anyway singing "Wild Horses" on American soil. So enjoy and Tata for now>
One of the great success stories of 2009 has got to be Susan Boyle. Who after taking a ribbing for wanting to be a singer on Britian's Got Talent, backed it up with one of the most heartfelt performances of "I Dreamed a Dream". After a breakdown from all the press, she has reappeared and sounds just as great. I know she's an immigrant (check her papers), but here she is anyway singing "Wild Horses" on American soil. So enjoy and Tata for now>
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Jimmy and the 3 Bears
Guess who's back? Very good you got it, but of course so could have Rudolph's misfit friends (But I shan't lessen your pride). I now have a office completely refinished, but until I get proper chairs I feel like Dr Ruth Westheimer at a bank counter. But hopefully size does matter making my Blog bigger and More Fabulous-er. I'm so sorry for the late post, but I had to wait for the end of the Emmy's. The 1st award went to Kristin Chenoweth for Pushing Daisies, and the bitch failed to acknowledge my blog as the tipping of the scales (Maybe her performance helped, I'll admit that). Any wannnabe 50 something, stewardess, off-off-off-off-broadway actor would die for Taffeta's endorsement! The Emmy's with Dr Horrible, Barney, Doogie, Tony's host Neil Patrick Harris as host went down from there. Alec "I hate my daughter" Baldwin beat out Jim Parsons "The Big Bang Theory". Jessica Lange (maybe a little cosmetic surgery would help) beat out the outstanding performance of Sigourney Weaver in "Prayers for Bobby". Please see it! It is another milestone in acceptance with a performance that I promise will leave you drained. Tina Fey walked away with best guest appearance for her Sarah Palin Impersonation, which is 2nd only to Sarah Palin herself, but a lot of Republicans didn't find her believable as a moron who thinks shooting animals from a helicopter is hunting, You Betcha! Overall, I once again enjoyed my Awards show (The Emmy's are Christmas, Grammys Kwanza, Tonys New Year's, and the Oscars most holy of holies Easter), and once again it goes to show the gays know how to host; though Jimmy can't believe they once again snubbed Dante's Cove. Since I'm talking about awards I must congratulate Cha Cha LaBucca who flew off to receive his Arthur Murray Awards in Albany. Fancy, Huh? He won best instructor and best studio, but of course, we know what he had to do to get those awards. AND Arthur Murray is dead so that makes it just plain SICK!
Jimmy's sister Claire was down from Maine, to visit Mr. Joe while he is convalescing. She was driven down by her friend Yogi, and stayed at the Marriott in Uniondale (Fancy-Schmancy). We dined at the finest restaurant's on Long Island (Well, those with price fix). I'll try and keep the trip short or I'll be typing for days. Claire arrived late Wednesday and dined with Jimmy and me in the Hotel. She saw her parents on Thursday and we dined at the Galleria in Westbury (The owner Dominic understands customer service and loyalty). Friday Claire and Jim headed straight out to the Estates of Greenlawn where we lunched on the town's finest pizza and they then rushed back to Merrick to visit with Aunt Roseann and Cousin Allison, wife of hot Joe (Oh well there goes any chance of her being a blog follower). We dined at Guy Anthony's in Merrick (The future host of the St. Pius Alumni). We were joined by Joannie: nee Pitch and her husband, Mike. Joannie is one of the examples of "How to take out a fence in 5 easy driving lessons". But she is beautiful and Mike one of the warmest, friendliest guys. Saturday was spent at Jones Beach, which was the "Push Claire take a photo" tour. I had a wonderful time getting to know Yogi, who I could have talked with for hours (and yes she got a word in edgewise). She's a Nomad from Chicago, San Francisco, 16 other places who has now settled in Maine. We then were joined at dinner by Billy, Sharon and Kevin. which brings me to today's title. With my highlights (I know it's hard to believe they're not natural) I felt like Goldilocks sitting across from Yogi (who forgot her Pick-A-Nick basket) bear (Come on, you knew that joke was coming), Kevin, who is a big old bear (For the hetro's that's the big hairy guys in leather you see in the parades wearing chaps and Billy, who lets face it just loves a good old bear (see past reference). Today Jimmy and Claire went out to Paudy's (Jim's Ex)in Downtown Islandia to visit. They got there before Happy Hour, so good chance Paudy will remember they were there. (Paudy's the newest follower, so I'll be back to 2 after he reads this). His current flame, the Susan Sugarbacker of the gays, Alex cooked up a plethora of food. I was unable to attend because of ... I'll get back to you on that, not sure which excuse Jimmy used! They had a long visit and headed home to Kitty and Joe while I put on my Snuggy and amped up the flat screen for The Emmy's. Claire and Yogi head back tomorrow to Maine, and I truly hope they both had a great visit.
Due to the renovations, I was unable to give credit where credit is truly due. On September 17th, Moe and Debbie celebrated their 3rd Anniversary as Mrs. and Mrs. and I was one of the honored guests to be a part of the glorious event 3 yrs. ago in Banffffff, Canada. My sister Eileen was asked to keep a diary of her memories, but when she left early the distinction fell on me. This momentous passing of the sword, errr, diary, would grow into the Diaries of Adventures in Taffeta, one gay man's journey, which of course begat this blog. So to the 2 people responsible I say Thank you, because I had so little time on my hands already. This is all I needed! And if at any time you felt insulted call them, I don't want to hear it.
I have decided to through my early support for next year's Emmys behind Glee. It is a TV comedy/musical about a Glee Club. It stars Matthew Morrison, who we've seen in Hairspray as Link and South Pacific; Lea Michele, who blew us away in Spring Awakening (and if they don't cast Idina Menzel as her mother they are idiots), and Lastly the best of the best Jane Lynch, who you might know as Charlie's psychiatrist on "Two and a Half Men". Next week Kristin herself guest stars and Cheyenne Jackson "Xanadu" is up coming. If you think I'm being over enthusiastic trust me it's on Fox and I don't easily promote anything they do. so Enjoy and Tata for now.
Jimmy's sister Claire was down from Maine, to visit Mr. Joe while he is convalescing. She was driven down by her friend Yogi, and stayed at the Marriott in Uniondale (Fancy-Schmancy). We dined at the finest restaurant's on Long Island (Well, those with price fix). I'll try and keep the trip short or I'll be typing for days. Claire arrived late Wednesday and dined with Jimmy and me in the Hotel. She saw her parents on Thursday and we dined at the Galleria in Westbury (The owner Dominic understands customer service and loyalty). Friday Claire and Jim headed straight out to the Estates of Greenlawn where we lunched on the town's finest pizza and they then rushed back to Merrick to visit with Aunt Roseann and Cousin Allison, wife of hot Joe (Oh well there goes any chance of her being a blog follower). We dined at Guy Anthony's in Merrick (The future host of the St. Pius Alumni). We were joined by Joannie: nee Pitch and her husband, Mike. Joannie is one of the examples of "How to take out a fence in 5 easy driving lessons". But she is beautiful and Mike one of the warmest, friendliest guys. Saturday was spent at Jones Beach, which was the "Push Claire take a photo" tour. I had a wonderful time getting to know Yogi, who I could have talked with for hours (and yes she got a word in edgewise). She's a Nomad from Chicago, San Francisco, 16 other places who has now settled in Maine. We then were joined at dinner by Billy, Sharon and Kevin. which brings me to today's title. With my highlights (I know it's hard to believe they're not natural) I felt like Goldilocks sitting across from Yogi (who forgot her Pick-A-Nick basket) bear (Come on, you knew that joke was coming), Kevin, who is a big old bear (For the hetro's that's the big hairy guys in leather you see in the parades wearing chaps and Billy, who lets face it just loves a good old bear (see past reference). Today Jimmy and Claire went out to Paudy's (Jim's Ex)in Downtown Islandia to visit. They got there before Happy Hour, so good chance Paudy will remember they were there. (Paudy's the newest follower, so I'll be back to 2 after he reads this). His current flame, the Susan Sugarbacker of the gays, Alex cooked up a plethora of food. I was unable to attend because of ... I'll get back to you on that, not sure which excuse Jimmy used! They had a long visit and headed home to Kitty and Joe while I put on my Snuggy and amped up the flat screen for The Emmy's. Claire and Yogi head back tomorrow to Maine, and I truly hope they both had a great visit.
Due to the renovations, I was unable to give credit where credit is truly due. On September 17th, Moe and Debbie celebrated their 3rd Anniversary as Mrs. and Mrs. and I was one of the honored guests to be a part of the glorious event 3 yrs. ago in Banffffff, Canada. My sister Eileen was asked to keep a diary of her memories, but when she left early the distinction fell on me. This momentous passing of the sword, errr, diary, would grow into the Diaries of Adventures in Taffeta, one gay man's journey, which of course begat this blog. So to the 2 people responsible I say Thank you, because I had so little time on my hands already. This is all I needed! And if at any time you felt insulted call them, I don't want to hear it.
I have decided to through my early support for next year's Emmys behind Glee. It is a TV comedy/musical about a Glee Club. It stars Matthew Morrison, who we've seen in Hairspray as Link and South Pacific; Lea Michele, who blew us away in Spring Awakening (and if they don't cast Idina Menzel as her mother they are idiots), and Lastly the best of the best Jane Lynch, who you might know as Charlie's psychiatrist on "Two and a Half Men". Next week Kristin herself guest stars and Cheyenne Jackson "Xanadu" is up coming. If you think I'm being over enthusiastic trust me it's on Fox and I don't easily promote anything they do. so Enjoy and Tata for now.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Could I be any gayer
Hello all! I've snuck back into my office and hooked up the computer so I could once again enlighten you on what's happening with J2. I now have 2 followers, so Hi to Aunt Carol and the other Jimmy (Actually I signed him up so make that 1 1/2 followers).
Last Night we shot into the city to meet our newest friend, Toni, and her husband Mike (and Winston, a gorgeous black lab assistance dog). Toni rang us up earlier in the week from Ohio to let us know she'd be in town this week. Toni is a fanatical Michael Feinstein fan. Michael was performing at Feinstein's at the Regency, and Toni was in to catch 6 of the shows. At least she took a break to go see "Next to Normal" on Broadway. I've seen the show and I can't rave about it enough. It is clearly the best Bi-polar, disfunctional family musical I've ever seen (No, I can't name another one, that's how I know I'm not exaggerating). If you might be interested, I suggest going to Itunes and sampling "Superboy and the Invisible Girl", "I'm Alive", and "I Miss the Mountains". We made a last minute booking to meet Toni and catch Michael and Christine Ebersole (Tony Winner for Grey Gardens). Doors opened at 6:30 and we got on line by 6:45, and we're seated promptly, actually by Toni who commandeered our table right up front. We were joined by Page from Atlanta, and we're quickly served our drinks (I was doing sparkling water). Last time we were there our waiter was Ceaser, who was so terrible I was forced to complain, but this time our wonderful waiter would be... Oh that's right Ceaser!!! 20 minutes after our drinks came, we were able to place our order (7:20 and the show begins at 8). The timing was impeccable, Michael came out with Christine behind him and Our 2 beef Tenderloins right behind them. It was impossible to enjoy the food, having the 2 performers looking directly at you while you try to daintly cut your food. The show was funny, sweet and worth every cent. Christine reminds me of Streisand; she speaks with such a distinctive accent, but when she sings she literally floats the note on air. As an intro to a Bye Bye Birdie song, Michael did a Paul Lynde impersonation (It was a dead ringer for him, which works since he's dead, dead, dead). My favorite line of Paul's Hollywood Squares days was when he was asked "Why do Motorcyclists where Leather?"; "Because Chiffon wrinkles" Paul answered. Our desert tray came out near the end of the performance, with Michael eyeing it from stage. He pointed out he'd love 1 but he'a a vegan, which I believe means you can't eat anything an animal has ever looked at. After the show, we paid the bill, and left a well deserved tip (Hope you caught the sarcasm, because if Ceaser is your waiter don't walk RUN for the exit!). Jessica the Hostess manager once again appologized profoundly, and explained there was trouble in the kitchen (which I think means Ceaser spends all his time in the kitchen). I love every show at Feinstein's but in the future will dine elsewhere and have cocktails at the show. We had cocktails in the Regency's bar afterward and finally met Michael, Toni's husband. He was a very generous host, who has a way of making you feel you've known him for awhile. We then said our goodbyes, while Toni and Michael headed in for the 2nd show.
Today we headed off to the first annual GLBT Expo at the Holiday Inn (We now can say we haven't missed one). There were plenty of vendors, and a very good showing of the community. James especially enjoyed the Long Island Gay Film Festival center (which was sponsored by V2 Vodka, if you get my drift). I unwittingly entered a raffle for a free cleansing, which was so not what I thought it was (Bottoms Up!). With my luck that's the raffle we'll win (so clean you could serve food off it, I think not). We also got to hear the "L.I. Men's Gay Chorus" who after their first year have grown in to a nice little group. They ended with "If you were Gay" from Avenue Q. It was a little amatuerish, but really cute. We got back home for an hour before James had to head off to work. His sister Claire is heading in to town on Wednesday, so he needed to get caught up so he could take off for a few days.
The other day, I answered an innocuous question on Facebook on whether English should become the official language of the United States. I only answered No and made no comments otherwise. Well so much for that! A friend of mine "Sgt. John-Boy" answers the question Yes and replies it's not Anti-American to think this way and if you don't like it go back to where you came from (Levittown?). He gets someone to support his vote by saying that our ancestors learned English when they came here. Well where do I start. Firstly, I actually can see an intelligent argument to support the view of English-only, but the definitive word is intelligent. It seems to me I am not being Un-American thinking that it's our diversity that makes us unique among other nations. With no current official language it would seem to make me on the side of American values. I know John was just breaking my chops, but is there a rash of problems that have arose from our current system. In this day and age, where computers have the ability to translate and print forms in any language, is there some hardship caused by offering forms in all languages. With our children learning their Language skills fom IM'ing and texting, I see a greater threat to a degraded society, then my poor attempts to understand someone Spanish speaking. As for the twit who says that our ancestors had to learn the language is a complete lie. So many Italian, Chinese, and other immigrants had a very poor handling of English and they only adapted by having their children learn English and translate for them. To make English-only sound patriotic, is a guise for some to support their anti-Hispanic agenda, plain and simple. How many of us have attepted to learn the basics in any language before we travel abroard? I tried Italian for our cruise and it wasn't easy. We expect the other nations to learn our language "if they want our money", and those are countries with official languages. I know this issue goes hand in hand with illegal immigration, but it shouldn't. One is a crime, the other is the current working system of our society. So for me I'm staying put in Greenlawn, and voicing my opinion, and that is American!
Hopefully I'll be on again soon to rant and inform, if they ever finish this office. Until then Tata for now.
Christine Ebersole as little Edie
Last Night we shot into the city to meet our newest friend, Toni, and her husband Mike (and Winston, a gorgeous black lab assistance dog). Toni rang us up earlier in the week from Ohio to let us know she'd be in town this week. Toni is a fanatical Michael Feinstein fan. Michael was performing at Feinstein's at the Regency, and Toni was in to catch 6 of the shows. At least she took a break to go see "Next to Normal" on Broadway. I've seen the show and I can't rave about it enough. It is clearly the best Bi-polar, disfunctional family musical I've ever seen (No, I can't name another one, that's how I know I'm not exaggerating). If you might be interested, I suggest going to Itunes and sampling "Superboy and the Invisible Girl", "I'm Alive", and "I Miss the Mountains". We made a last minute booking to meet Toni and catch Michael and Christine Ebersole (Tony Winner for Grey Gardens). Doors opened at 6:30 and we got on line by 6:45, and we're seated promptly, actually by Toni who commandeered our table right up front. We were joined by Page from Atlanta, and we're quickly served our drinks (I was doing sparkling water). Last time we were there our waiter was Ceaser, who was so terrible I was forced to complain, but this time our wonderful waiter would be... Oh that's right Ceaser!!! 20 minutes after our drinks came, we were able to place our order (7:20 and the show begins at 8). The timing was impeccable, Michael came out with Christine behind him and Our 2 beef Tenderloins right behind them. It was impossible to enjoy the food, having the 2 performers looking directly at you while you try to daintly cut your food. The show was funny, sweet and worth every cent. Christine reminds me of Streisand; she speaks with such a distinctive accent, but when she sings she literally floats the note on air. As an intro to a Bye Bye Birdie song, Michael did a Paul Lynde impersonation (It was a dead ringer for him, which works since he's dead, dead, dead). My favorite line of Paul's Hollywood Squares days was when he was asked "Why do Motorcyclists where Leather?"; "Because Chiffon wrinkles" Paul answered. Our desert tray came out near the end of the performance, with Michael eyeing it from stage. He pointed out he'd love 1 but he'a a vegan, which I believe means you can't eat anything an animal has ever looked at. After the show, we paid the bill, and left a well deserved tip (Hope you caught the sarcasm, because if Ceaser is your waiter don't walk RUN for the exit!). Jessica the Hostess manager once again appologized profoundly, and explained there was trouble in the kitchen (which I think means Ceaser spends all his time in the kitchen). I love every show at Feinstein's but in the future will dine elsewhere and have cocktails at the show. We had cocktails in the Regency's bar afterward and finally met Michael, Toni's husband. He was a very generous host, who has a way of making you feel you've known him for awhile. We then said our goodbyes, while Toni and Michael headed in for the 2nd show.
Today we headed off to the first annual GLBT Expo at the Holiday Inn (We now can say we haven't missed one). There were plenty of vendors, and a very good showing of the community. James especially enjoyed the Long Island Gay Film Festival center (which was sponsored by V2 Vodka, if you get my drift). I unwittingly entered a raffle for a free cleansing, which was so not what I thought it was (Bottoms Up!). With my luck that's the raffle we'll win (so clean you could serve food off it, I think not). We also got to hear the "L.I. Men's Gay Chorus" who after their first year have grown in to a nice little group. They ended with "If you were Gay" from Avenue Q. It was a little amatuerish, but really cute. We got back home for an hour before James had to head off to work. His sister Claire is heading in to town on Wednesday, so he needed to get caught up so he could take off for a few days.
The other day, I answered an innocuous question on Facebook on whether English should become the official language of the United States. I only answered No and made no comments otherwise. Well so much for that! A friend of mine "Sgt. John-Boy" answers the question Yes and replies it's not Anti-American to think this way and if you don't like it go back to where you came from (Levittown?). He gets someone to support his vote by saying that our ancestors learned English when they came here. Well where do I start. Firstly, I actually can see an intelligent argument to support the view of English-only, but the definitive word is intelligent. It seems to me I am not being Un-American thinking that it's our diversity that makes us unique among other nations. With no current official language it would seem to make me on the side of American values. I know John was just breaking my chops, but is there a rash of problems that have arose from our current system. In this day and age, where computers have the ability to translate and print forms in any language, is there some hardship caused by offering forms in all languages. With our children learning their Language skills fom IM'ing and texting, I see a greater threat to a degraded society, then my poor attempts to understand someone Spanish speaking. As for the twit who says that our ancestors had to learn the language is a complete lie. So many Italian, Chinese, and other immigrants had a very poor handling of English and they only adapted by having their children learn English and translate for them. To make English-only sound patriotic, is a guise for some to support their anti-Hispanic agenda, plain and simple. How many of us have attepted to learn the basics in any language before we travel abroard? I tried Italian for our cruise and it wasn't easy. We expect the other nations to learn our language "if they want our money", and those are countries with official languages. I know this issue goes hand in hand with illegal immigration, but it shouldn't. One is a crime, the other is the current working system of our society. So for me I'm staying put in Greenlawn, and voicing my opinion, and that is American!
Hopefully I'll be on again soon to rant and inform, if they ever finish this office. Until then Tata for now.
Christine Ebersole as little Edie
Monday, September 7, 2009
Oops-A-Daisy
I know that I'm only 2 weeks into the blog, but it's time for a vacation. Please stop the bawling, it's very unlady like. Actually the office will be redone this week so I need to go unplugged for the time being. Feel free to do other things to occupy your time like pay bills, enjoy the weather, go on x-tube. Whatever I don't need to know.
Yesterday, we celebrated Jimmy's brother Tom's birthday. Tom has down syndrome, and for anyone who has seen "Up" he will remind you of the Ed Asner part. We spent the day seeking gifts that he won't say "very nice" and they are never to be seen again. We ended up with 3 shirts, shoes, and a Farrah Fawcett picture book. Joe was very weak , so he rested, while Jimmy, Tommy, Miss Kitty and I went to the Galleria, Post Ave in Westbury for dinner. Dinner was excellent, and there was even enough for leftovers. I have been strongly scolded by Tom that the leftovers were not meant for me, and "You don't care if our family eats". SO THERE! We headed home to find Joe wide-awake and waiting for us, so that the gifts can be opened. Tom got dressed in his smoking jacket (actually P.J.'s) and he sat down to be handed his gifts by Jimmy. The inevitable happened as always; any gift he liked was from imaginary friends who came for the imaginary party, and the one's he didn't like were from us. But his best gift was the card from Jimmy and I. It played the "chicken dance", well I think it did, because we only heard 4 notes and then he was sitting on it laughing. This went on several times and gave a much needed happiness to the day. Well I was spent, so I set off to meet Cha Cha LaBucca at Blanche, our Long Island dive bar. "But you *are*, Blanche! You *are* in that chair!" We chatted with Brian and the new bartender Mike, who seems not to get Blanche's motto "the customer can wait". He was quite efficient. "Grand Bucca" Bill was unable to join us because he was dead from being at the "US Open" all day; wink, wink! Our friend Brian was too busy trying to meet some guy, who knew Cha Cha of course, everyone does. Some obnoxious fool interupted their goodbye and exchanging of phone #'s with "if you lose it, try the 2nd bathroom wall!" Oh disregard that was me.
Today was a gorgeous day, I loafed until Jimmy arrived and we set off for Northport village. It was just a great relaxing walk through the village. We headed home, to get Sparky and walked down to the Fireman's Fair in Greenlawn. Well Sparky was a huge hit with all the children, and Jimmy was a huge hit with the firemen. That was until he bought the raffles and tried to give them money like they were strippers. After we were ejected from the Fair, we were able to get things done around the yard. Which brings me to now , the office is empty so I just need to unplug the computer and break down the desk.
Before I go I will regale you with the "Opps-a-Daisy" story in honor of Tom's birthday. We visited Jimmy's sister Claire in Maine, The land of flannel, blueberries, and women in pickup trucks (toothless of course). Claire is confined to a wheelchair. We took a ride to Acadia National Park and road up to the top of Cadillac Mountain. The road circles and circles until you hit the top. At the end of the circling road is the handicap entrance to the gift shop. We were leaving the gift shop, with Jimmy's parents walking hand in hand with Kitty using her walker, behind them is Claire and Tom who insists on helping Claire push her wheelchair, which he does with great earnest, and then Jimmy and I. Jimmy and I stop to talk when all of a sudden we hear "Oops-a-daisy". We turn to see Claire barreling down the ramp towards her 80 yr. old parents. She is burning her hands on the wheel trying to stop the wheelchair, which she does within inches of unknowing parents. Jimmy yells "Tom what did you do". Tom quick as a whip says "I said oops-a-daisy". Tom thought if he said it quick enough it wouldn't be his mistake, like a mulligan in Golf. Since his parents weren't now circling down Cadillac mountain atop Claire's wheelchair, all we could do is laugh. "Opps-a-Daisy" has now become a on going joke between family and friends alike.
Enjoy all you chickens and Tata for now
Yesterday, we celebrated Jimmy's brother Tom's birthday. Tom has down syndrome, and for anyone who has seen "Up" he will remind you of the Ed Asner part. We spent the day seeking gifts that he won't say "very nice" and they are never to be seen again. We ended up with 3 shirts, shoes, and a Farrah Fawcett picture book. Joe was very weak , so he rested, while Jimmy, Tommy, Miss Kitty and I went to the Galleria, Post Ave in Westbury for dinner. Dinner was excellent, and there was even enough for leftovers. I have been strongly scolded by Tom that the leftovers were not meant for me, and "You don't care if our family eats". SO THERE! We headed home to find Joe wide-awake and waiting for us, so that the gifts can be opened. Tom got dressed in his smoking jacket (actually P.J.'s) and he sat down to be handed his gifts by Jimmy. The inevitable happened as always; any gift he liked was from imaginary friends who came for the imaginary party, and the one's he didn't like were from us. But his best gift was the card from Jimmy and I. It played the "chicken dance", well I think it did, because we only heard 4 notes and then he was sitting on it laughing. This went on several times and gave a much needed happiness to the day. Well I was spent, so I set off to meet Cha Cha LaBucca at Blanche, our Long Island dive bar. "But you *are*, Blanche! You *are* in that chair!" We chatted with Brian and the new bartender Mike, who seems not to get Blanche's motto "the customer can wait". He was quite efficient. "Grand Bucca" Bill was unable to join us because he was dead from being at the "US Open" all day; wink, wink! Our friend Brian was too busy trying to meet some guy, who knew Cha Cha of course, everyone does. Some obnoxious fool interupted their goodbye and exchanging of phone #'s with "if you lose it, try the 2nd bathroom wall!" Oh disregard that was me.
Today was a gorgeous day, I loafed until Jimmy arrived and we set off for Northport village. It was just a great relaxing walk through the village. We headed home, to get Sparky and walked down to the Fireman's Fair in Greenlawn. Well Sparky was a huge hit with all the children, and Jimmy was a huge hit with the firemen. That was until he bought the raffles and tried to give them money like they were strippers. After we were ejected from the Fair, we were able to get things done around the yard. Which brings me to now , the office is empty so I just need to unplug the computer and break down the desk.
Before I go I will regale you with the "Opps-a-Daisy" story in honor of Tom's birthday. We visited Jimmy's sister Claire in Maine, The land of flannel, blueberries, and women in pickup trucks (toothless of course). Claire is confined to a wheelchair. We took a ride to Acadia National Park and road up to the top of Cadillac Mountain. The road circles and circles until you hit the top. At the end of the circling road is the handicap entrance to the gift shop. We were leaving the gift shop, with Jimmy's parents walking hand in hand with Kitty using her walker, behind them is Claire and Tom who insists on helping Claire push her wheelchair, which he does with great earnest, and then Jimmy and I. Jimmy and I stop to talk when all of a sudden we hear "Oops-a-daisy". We turn to see Claire barreling down the ramp towards her 80 yr. old parents. She is burning her hands on the wheel trying to stop the wheelchair, which she does within inches of unknowing parents. Jimmy yells "Tom what did you do". Tom quick as a whip says "I said oops-a-daisy". Tom thought if he said it quick enough it wouldn't be his mistake, like a mulligan in Golf. Since his parents weren't now circling down Cadillac mountain atop Claire's wheelchair, all we could do is laugh. "Opps-a-Daisy" has now become a on going joke between family and friends alike.
Enjoy all you chickens and Tata for now
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Fire Island or Bust!
Well, Well, Well what a day. The weather was excellent on Long Island. It was truly a great day to be outside, and we took every advantage of that. We had Birthday Barbecue for my sister Moe (who obviously can milk a birthday; 5 days later, Oh Please!) and a intimate dinner for 2 on Fire Island (No one else would join us, Sob Sob).
After a morning of trying to get my back spasms under control, we head off fo Moe's 30th Birthday Bash (She was quite happy I fudged with our ages). Along the way James cursed out the Anti-Healthcare reform psychotic nuts on the side of the road (Hey, I was being nice), while I checked to see if Mom and Dad were there. Boy those people can dodge a car well; I was only testing to see if their current healthcare was satisfactory. We arrived for the noon party at 1 p.m. and are so shocked to see we are the 2nd to arrive (It wasn't the fact that no one was here yet, they never are; it was that my sister Eileen, her hubby, and Sean and Liam were there 1st). Everyone else slowly shuffled in, while I finally gave in and took the Vicodin. When the spasms finally do subside, everyone else is in the pool. Everyone is really having a great time until the Pool Nazi, My sister Lizzie, starts telling the kids that the splashing is getting people in the pool wet (people with logic, Please check it at the door!). Also the water toys should be put away when people are in the pool (Are they just decorative?). Well after several other orders, everyone complies because it is her pool, OH THAT'S RIGHT IT'S NOT! The Last Stand Band is also there, and my nephew Clayton was inquiring if there were any reviews for their band (so feel free to post nice things on Thursday's comments, THANKS!). Moe then broke into her impression of the wasp whisperer, which got better with each wasp to which she whispered (if whispered means crushed). Obviously my whole family must have heard about the blog because they were all on their very best behavior (which makes for a boring blog). The cakes then came out. Yes, Yes, I said cakes. There was also brownies (made with Lizzie's own hands, and my mother's own brownie mix). We then make our gracious exit having had a very relaxing time (besides me worrying about how I can make this interesting for the blog, Of Course).
Robert, my brother, and BethAnn offer to check on the Sparkster, "the Beast of the Belt Parkway", so we head directly out to Sayville for the Fire Island ferries. It seems we have our own fleet. We are really early, so we get on the ferry to the Pines quick, of course, to have the last person on the boat sit right in front of us. Well, all I can say, He must have missed several ferries while sitting at the bar (If you get my drift). He must have tried to hide the scent by dousing himself in Chanel no 69 (trust me, the mouth on the french whore tells me I got the right chanel), so I slip over a row to get fresh air. Jimmy soon follows. Between his mouth and the smell, the drunk's lucky he wasn't going to Cherry Grove; The Lesbians would have thrown him overboard! We exit the ferry last to wait for the air to clear from puddle boy, to be greeted by every make of drag queen. It was like Dorothy's entrance to Oz, just more falsies and horse hair. We pass up on cocktails (Yes, you heard me right, there were so many of them we went drinkless, Awful Isn't It!). We then walked along the shore from the Pines to Cherry Grove enjoying the most exquisite day of the year. It was really great: a cool breeze, a firey sunset, lapping waves, obese nude people. Okay not so perfect! The best was watching 2 nudies trying to feed a deer. Now I'm all for nature, but I don't want to be the one checking them for deer ticks, between their rolls of fat and other places I'd rather not think of. Don't forget to think of the poor deer; Who does he go to for therapy? (he's going to need lots and lots), Who pays? Can he sue for mental anguish? Sorry got carried away,; Where was I? We finally get to the Grove and sit for a Rum Runner at the Ocean Breeze before we dine on the outer deck at "Top of the Bay", sounds more intimate then it really is. Jimmy had the pasta, which was okay, while I had the duck, which was to die for. The service is excellent, with a great view of the sunset, and just great atmosphere makes for a wonderful night. It gets 3 1/2 red boas!. After dinner we took a last walk on the beach and caught the 9:50 ferry. We thought we'd stop for a cocktail on the way home, but "Mustang" John wasn't answering, and "The Grand Bucca" Bill didn't know what his boyfriend "Insatiable" (Long story I'll explain in an upcoming blog, prob Sept. 26th, his birthday) wanted to do. Oh really?! then why did Bill ask for something to do tonight on Facebook just earlier; He wears the shade of jealousy on him like Cha Cha LaBucca, and it ain't pretty or slimming! It all worked out for the best, since by the time we got home, Jimmy was wiped and I, of course, had a responsibility to you, my readers.
I came across these "Failblog.org" videos on youtube and found them to be for the most part Funny with a capital F. The cop video's are great, but my favorite is this one Honking Fail.
Hope you enjoyed and Tata for now.
After a morning of trying to get my back spasms under control, we head off fo Moe's 30th Birthday Bash (She was quite happy I fudged with our ages). Along the way James cursed out the Anti-Healthcare reform psychotic nuts on the side of the road (Hey, I was being nice), while I checked to see if Mom and Dad were there. Boy those people can dodge a car well; I was only testing to see if their current healthcare was satisfactory. We arrived for the noon party at 1 p.m. and are so shocked to see we are the 2nd to arrive (It wasn't the fact that no one was here yet, they never are; it was that my sister Eileen, her hubby, and Sean and Liam were there 1st). Everyone else slowly shuffled in, while I finally gave in and took the Vicodin. When the spasms finally do subside, everyone else is in the pool. Everyone is really having a great time until the Pool Nazi, My sister Lizzie, starts telling the kids that the splashing is getting people in the pool wet (people with logic, Please check it at the door!). Also the water toys should be put away when people are in the pool (Are they just decorative?). Well after several other orders, everyone complies because it is her pool, OH THAT'S RIGHT IT'S NOT! The Last Stand Band is also there, and my nephew Clayton was inquiring if there were any reviews for their band (so feel free to post nice things on Thursday's comments, THANKS!). Moe then broke into her impression of the wasp whisperer, which got better with each wasp to which she whispered (if whispered means crushed). Obviously my whole family must have heard about the blog because they were all on their very best behavior (which makes for a boring blog). The cakes then came out. Yes, Yes, I said cakes. There was also brownies (made with Lizzie's own hands, and my mother's own brownie mix). We then make our gracious exit having had a very relaxing time (besides me worrying about how I can make this interesting for the blog, Of Course).
Robert, my brother, and BethAnn offer to check on the Sparkster, "the Beast of the Belt Parkway", so we head directly out to Sayville for the Fire Island ferries. It seems we have our own fleet. We are really early, so we get on the ferry to the Pines quick, of course, to have the last person on the boat sit right in front of us. Well, all I can say, He must have missed several ferries while sitting at the bar (If you get my drift). He must have tried to hide the scent by dousing himself in Chanel no 69 (trust me, the mouth on the french whore tells me I got the right chanel), so I slip over a row to get fresh air. Jimmy soon follows. Between his mouth and the smell, the drunk's lucky he wasn't going to Cherry Grove; The Lesbians would have thrown him overboard! We exit the ferry last to wait for the air to clear from puddle boy, to be greeted by every make of drag queen. It was like Dorothy's entrance to Oz, just more falsies and horse hair. We pass up on cocktails (Yes, you heard me right, there were so many of them we went drinkless, Awful Isn't It!). We then walked along the shore from the Pines to Cherry Grove enjoying the most exquisite day of the year. It was really great: a cool breeze, a firey sunset, lapping waves, obese nude people. Okay not so perfect! The best was watching 2 nudies trying to feed a deer. Now I'm all for nature, but I don't want to be the one checking them for deer ticks, between their rolls of fat and other places I'd rather not think of. Don't forget to think of the poor deer; Who does he go to for therapy? (he's going to need lots and lots), Who pays? Can he sue for mental anguish? Sorry got carried away,; Where was I? We finally get to the Grove and sit for a Rum Runner at the Ocean Breeze before we dine on the outer deck at "Top of the Bay", sounds more intimate then it really is. Jimmy had the pasta, which was okay, while I had the duck, which was to die for. The service is excellent, with a great view of the sunset, and just great atmosphere makes for a wonderful night. It gets 3 1/2 red boas!. After dinner we took a last walk on the beach and caught the 9:50 ferry. We thought we'd stop for a cocktail on the way home, but "Mustang" John wasn't answering, and "The Grand Bucca" Bill didn't know what his boyfriend "Insatiable" (Long story I'll explain in an upcoming blog, prob Sept. 26th, his birthday) wanted to do. Oh really?! then why did Bill ask for something to do tonight on Facebook just earlier; He wears the shade of jealousy on him like Cha Cha LaBucca, and it ain't pretty or slimming! It all worked out for the best, since by the time we got home, Jimmy was wiped and I, of course, had a responsibility to you, my readers.
I came across these "Failblog.org" videos on youtube and found them to be for the most part Funny with a capital F. The cop video's are great, but my favorite is this one Honking Fail.
Hope you enjoyed and Tata for now.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Which way did he go?...The Wrong Way!
All my devout readers will be glad to know that I have adjusted the comments section to make it more accessible to all. For all praises and accolades please feel free to comment. For everyone else, once again, write your own blog..Hint, Hint Paul. I am slowly getting through "Blogs for Dummies", which you can recognize on the shelves by my photo, so stay tuned for new and innovative updates.
After P.T.(Phys. Terapy), I once again donned my Nanny hat, and set off to pick up Liam and Sean. I stopped off to pick up an assistant au pair, my nephew R.J. You'll be hearing lots about him in the future with school starting; I will become his mild-mannered tutor as he enters his Junior year of high school. His cousin Ryan joined us and after picking up the boys, and a slight detour to 7-11 for slurpies and coffee (can't possibly go caffeine free with kids on slurpies), we headed for Greenlawn. Progress is moving swiftly on the house: Attic steps have been put in, the office electric is done, and Dining room chandelier electric is set up. The guest room is now done (Unless your coming for a visit, then there's so much work still to be done. Maybe next year?) The boys had lunch and played Wii, and with R.J. and Ryan's help the boys stayed entertained and out of my hair. We then headed off for Miss Kitty's hair appointment. After dropping her off, we had Carvel and headed for Sean's/Liam's house. I, of course, make a wrong turn; My auto-pilot has me heading back to Kitty and Joe's. I only realized it, when the 6 year-old Sean pointed it out. Yes really! A six yr. old knows directions better then I do. I guess I need to go back and edit my old blog where I called myself an above average driver. After telling the back seat driver to be quiet, I casually corrected my error (telling him he was right would have underminded my authority) and dropped off the 4 boys. I then got Miss Kitty and continued our shopping from yesterday, or now known as "Purchasing Part II: The King Kullen Wars". With my afternoon over, I headed home for a long winters nap! I did get to see Jommy today, I hardly recognized him with his little boy haircut. He passed through to supervise the work progress on the house, then headed home. Any faster and I would have missed him
Cocktail for the day: Sapphire Ring Martini
2 part Bombay Gin
2 part Apricot Brandy
1 part Blue Curacao
1 part Real lime juice (if not fan of the lime bite cut to 3/4)
Chill over ice and serve in a Martini Glass
Or for Elmer any beer will do!
It's a true shame that "Pushing Daisies" was canceled. It had a great veteran all-round cast of Swoosie Kurtz, Ellen Greene, Lee Pace, and my favorite Kristin Chenoweth. No one will replace Olivia Newton-John in my heart, but Kristin comes close. Enjoy Kristin and "Hoplessly Devoted to You"
Tata for now
After P.T.(Phys. Terapy), I once again donned my Nanny hat, and set off to pick up Liam and Sean. I stopped off to pick up an assistant au pair, my nephew R.J. You'll be hearing lots about him in the future with school starting; I will become his mild-mannered tutor as he enters his Junior year of high school. His cousin Ryan joined us and after picking up the boys, and a slight detour to 7-11 for slurpies and coffee (can't possibly go caffeine free with kids on slurpies), we headed for Greenlawn. Progress is moving swiftly on the house: Attic steps have been put in, the office electric is done, and Dining room chandelier electric is set up. The guest room is now done (Unless your coming for a visit, then there's so much work still to be done. Maybe next year?) The boys had lunch and played Wii, and with R.J. and Ryan's help the boys stayed entertained and out of my hair. We then headed off for Miss Kitty's hair appointment. After dropping her off, we had Carvel and headed for Sean's/Liam's house. I, of course, make a wrong turn; My auto-pilot has me heading back to Kitty and Joe's. I only realized it, when the 6 year-old Sean pointed it out. Yes really! A six yr. old knows directions better then I do. I guess I need to go back and edit my old blog where I called myself an above average driver. After telling the back seat driver to be quiet, I casually corrected my error (telling him he was right would have underminded my authority) and dropped off the 4 boys. I then got Miss Kitty and continued our shopping from yesterday, or now known as "Purchasing Part II: The King Kullen Wars". With my afternoon over, I headed home for a long winters nap! I did get to see Jommy today, I hardly recognized him with his little boy haircut. He passed through to supervise the work progress on the house, then headed home. Any faster and I would have missed him
Cocktail for the day: Sapphire Ring Martini
2 part Bombay Gin
2 part Apricot Brandy
1 part Blue Curacao
1 part Real lime juice (if not fan of the lime bite cut to 3/4)
Chill over ice and serve in a Martini Glass
Or for Elmer any beer will do!
It's a true shame that "Pushing Daisies" was canceled. It had a great veteran all-round cast of Swoosie Kurtz, Ellen Greene, Lee Pace, and my favorite Kristin Chenoweth. No one will replace Olivia Newton-John in my heart, but Kristin comes close. Enjoy Kristin and "Hoplessly Devoted to You"
Tata for now
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Driving Miss Kitty
Yeah Ya, I learned how to embed videos, so you'll need to log in to the official site if you want the whole ball of wax. The blog is really starting to shape up, and as they say it's all in the presentation. Last night I got stood up by Cha Cha LaBucca. We were supposed to go to Lux, one of the one night wonder bars (that only go gay 1 night only). I swore I'd never go to one, but they've gone gay a 2nd night so that makes it okay. It slipt his mind he would be in Boston. Wasn't that convenient, or is it that he'll do anything to get out of hanging with me (Can we say Jealousy, and he doesn't wear it well, clashes with his rhinestones).
I tried to sleep in late today, but the construction guys would have none of that. Do they make silencers for hammers? Today was driving Miss Kitty day. So I spent the afternoon shopping. Bonding time with the mother-in-law is so much fun! We really do have a pleasant time together. I also learn a little humility watching this woman care for her sick husband while dealing with her own debilitating pain. I'm in awe of her strength every day.The rest of the day was spent doing nothing at all. And I do that so well. I have a Phd in idleness.
I've come up with a way to combat the recent influx of Michael Jackson songs on the Jukebox. I've had it up to here (pointing at my chin) with the great celebration of a "tragic" figure. I now play "the lonely goatherd" from the "Sound of Music". It works so well you only need to play it once. It also has the added benefit of spotting the gays. I tell you from flaming queen to butch lesbian something about the song gets every gay yodeling.
I have the great pleasure of attaching my nephew Clayton's video of him and his band mate. The band is called Last Stand. He's the handsome boy in the black shirt. Looks like his uncle don't you think? What do you mean which Uncle, ingrates all of you!!! Enjoy! and Tata for now.
I tried to sleep in late today, but the construction guys would have none of that. Do they make silencers for hammers? Today was driving Miss Kitty day. So I spent the afternoon shopping. Bonding time with the mother-in-law is so much fun! We really do have a pleasant time together. I also learn a little humility watching this woman care for her sick husband while dealing with her own debilitating pain. I'm in awe of her strength every day.The rest of the day was spent doing nothing at all. And I do that so well. I have a Phd in idleness.
I've come up with a way to combat the recent influx of Michael Jackson songs on the Jukebox. I've had it up to here (pointing at my chin) with the great celebration of a "tragic" figure. I now play "the lonely goatherd" from the "Sound of Music". It works so well you only need to play it once. It also has the added benefit of spotting the gays. I tell you from flaming queen to butch lesbian something about the song gets every gay yodeling.
I have the great pleasure of attaching my nephew Clayton's video of him and his band mate. The band is called Last Stand. He's the handsome boy in the black shirt. Looks like his uncle don't you think? What do you mean which Uncle, ingrates all of you!!! Enjoy! and Tata for now.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I just can't quit you
I find my mind spent today. It would seem that Nanny days are just not meant to be blog days, but I'll give it a gallant try. I had the boys again today and stopped over to see how Mr. Joe was recuperating. I think he was doing quite well, until there were 2 screaming boys in the house (and No I wasn't one of them). After failed attempts of quiet conversation, we were asked in the most courteous of ways to leave. "It wasn't really necessary for you to come over" doesn't sound too welcoming does it. We then headed to Greenlawn, where the boys were at 1st entertained by "pops'. You know those little exploding firecrackers you throw on the ground. If you don't then maybe you should reconsider this blog, it might be too advanced for you. Well that entertained them for 10 minutes. The tragedies of tragedies occured when they found out that the construction in the upstairs hall blocked them from playing Wii, the video game. Well that made for 2 very inhospitable children. Over the next few hrs. the question "Can we play yet" rang like Klaxon blaring every 5 minutes. Finally, Nana (My favorite mother, One of God's graces I only have 1) arrived to go to K-mart. The woman will spend 20 dollars in gas to use a 50 cent coupon. Actually we went shopping for shoes until the "I want this, it's only $48" echoed the store. It was a time for a time-out. After 10 minutes well spent, I tried the lecture you give a six year old. "There are kids in Ethopia without food" didn't work. "There are kids without shoes walking to school" didn't work. "There are sick kids who would love to have what you have" didn't work. Eureka, "Ask again and I'll smack your behind" worked. Quiet time was over. Well by the time they left I was done for the day.
On a brighter note, I spoke to Tom of the Detroit Sciclunas, and he is scheduled to fly to Denver to meet new beau Paul's family. It was kind of cute to hear how nervous he was. But I reassured him with their age differences, he'll have so much in common with Paul's parents. Paul is a sweet centered stewardess. Excuse me, Flight attendant (but that rolls off the tongue like washroom attendant, and they both usually treat me the same way). Paul has a sarcastic, sharp, biting, quick witted sense of humor, which of course I don't get, but he still gets the J2 seal of approval. "If you hurt Tom, I have guns" was a great ice breaker.
I also received a phone call from Holland America corporate offices. They assured me that the company does not in any way condone the way we were treated. Though there is no written policy, since they assumed the employees would just know to do the right thing. Mr. Greg Craig (yes that is his name) stated that a policy will now be written and any sensitivity training needed to be given will be done. I asked for a copy of the new policy, and a letter to reflect our conversation. I should receive both of those promptly, so lets all hold our breath at the same time. Ready, Go! I actually was impressed with the personal phone call and they have bought themselves one week before my poison pen flies.
Please enjoy the following "Love" story
and we'll be talking soon. Tata for now
On a brighter note, I spoke to Tom of the Detroit Sciclunas, and he is scheduled to fly to Denver to meet new beau Paul's family. It was kind of cute to hear how nervous he was. But I reassured him with their age differences, he'll have so much in common with Paul's parents. Paul is a sweet centered stewardess. Excuse me, Flight attendant (but that rolls off the tongue like washroom attendant, and they both usually treat me the same way). Paul has a sarcastic, sharp, biting, quick witted sense of humor, which of course I don't get, but he still gets the J2 seal of approval. "If you hurt Tom, I have guns" was a great ice breaker.
I also received a phone call from Holland America corporate offices. They assured me that the company does not in any way condone the way we were treated. Though there is no written policy, since they assumed the employees would just know to do the right thing. Mr. Greg Craig (yes that is his name) stated that a policy will now be written and any sensitivity training needed to be given will be done. I asked for a copy of the new policy, and a letter to reflect our conversation. I should receive both of those promptly, so lets all hold our breath at the same time. Ready, Go! I actually was impressed with the personal phone call and they have bought themselves one week before my poison pen flies.
Please enjoy the following "Love" story
and we'll be talking soon. Tata for now
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock
I'm so sorry for missing a day of blogging. I know this must have sent all my readers into a tizzy, fraught with uncertainty, bordering on deep depression, but not to worry all is well here. I was so wiped out, I had to miss my night out with the Bucca Boys, Grand Bucca Bill and Cha Cha LaBucca. See it was that bad!
Yesterday after therapy, physical not mental (we could spend a week of blogs on that), I picked up Liam (4) and Sean(6) and returned home to check on the progress of the house. We had the downstairs bathroom done prior to going away and the minor adjustments are now accumulating, but I'm sure with the possibility of redoing the bathroom upstairs, they will diligently correct them. Artsy-Fartsy Ken recommended Tom "the construction guy" to do the other rennovations. We "J2" couldn't be more pleased. Our living room is redone and it is absolutely fabulous. We put in a LED screen TV, with Bose stereo and a blue-ray disc player. Of course this accentuates our differences, I can't wait to see Jurrasic Park; Jimmy can't wait to see the series Dante's Cove, which is 1/2 bad soap opera and 1/2 soft core porn. It took awhile for us bumbling electronic savvy geeks to hook up the wires but when all was accomplished it was worth it. After watching the Big Bang Theory (should have hired them to hook up the TV) on the DVR, I was too spent to be amusing so I saved all of you from a subpar entry (Selfless I tell you).
Today was no better for interesting tales. While work continued on the house, I stripped the office so none of my Star Trek valuables would get damaged. I would never be able to replace my original Jean-Luc Picard bust. This room is up next to be redone. Sparky, the dog or as Jimmy calls him "the beast of the belt parkway" (referring to where Sparky was rescued from), had a vet appointment. Like his owner, he too has a bad back and needed steroid shots. He should take up Sambucca like me (It's so tasty too, just like candy). The lawn got an overhaul. I know the grass has gotten too high when I can't see the bare spots. After that the Twin (Yes, Yes, I have a fraternal, identical twin brother. I know that may sound contradictory, but it satisfies everyone) stopped by with my nephews. They approved of the living room, so I can now put my mind at ease that I did good.
Big Bang Theory: rock,paper,scissors,lizard,Spock
Tata for now
Yesterday after therapy, physical not mental (we could spend a week of blogs on that), I picked up Liam (4) and Sean(6) and returned home to check on the progress of the house. We had the downstairs bathroom done prior to going away and the minor adjustments are now accumulating, but I'm sure with the possibility of redoing the bathroom upstairs, they will diligently correct them. Artsy-Fartsy Ken recommended Tom "the construction guy" to do the other rennovations. We "J2" couldn't be more pleased. Our living room is redone and it is absolutely fabulous. We put in a LED screen TV, with Bose stereo and a blue-ray disc player. Of course this accentuates our differences, I can't wait to see Jurrasic Park; Jimmy can't wait to see the series Dante's Cove, which is 1/2 bad soap opera and 1/2 soft core porn. It took awhile for us bumbling electronic savvy geeks to hook up the wires but when all was accomplished it was worth it. After watching the Big Bang Theory (should have hired them to hook up the TV) on the DVR, I was too spent to be amusing so I saved all of you from a subpar entry (Selfless I tell you).
Today was no better for interesting tales. While work continued on the house, I stripped the office so none of my Star Trek valuables would get damaged. I would never be able to replace my original Jean-Luc Picard bust. This room is up next to be redone. Sparky, the dog or as Jimmy calls him "the beast of the belt parkway" (referring to where Sparky was rescued from), had a vet appointment. Like his owner, he too has a bad back and needed steroid shots. He should take up Sambucca like me (It's so tasty too, just like candy). The lawn got an overhaul. I know the grass has gotten too high when I can't see the bare spots. After that the Twin (Yes, Yes, I have a fraternal, identical twin brother. I know that may sound contradictory, but it satisfies everyone) stopped by with my nephews. They approved of the living room, so I can now put my mind at ease that I did good.
Big Bang Theory: rock,paper,scissors,lizard,Spock
Tata for now
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Happy Birthday Moe
I was contemplating resting this Sunday, but that would be comparing myself to God, and far be it from me to do that. I want to wish my wonderful sister Moe a very Happy, Happy Birthday. Being my younger sister, and me tipping the age scale at 31; must make it her 30th. Okay, so my scale's tipping a little heavier then that, but I'm positive Moe won't mind me fudging a bit. As an aside, I wish my sister-in-law Debbie a speedy recovery. No sounds of oinking yet so she should be safe from the swine flu.
Today has been uneventful. I spent the day chatting on-line and updating facebook for Jimmy and I. Jimmy's just starting his facebook, so he can use some friends, so send in your requests now before the mad rush. Oh wait, disregard the last sentences, I told Jimmy I was hard at work on the house all day, I just forgot that's what I was doing. Yeah, Yeah, that's the ticket. Tomorrow, I nanny nephews Liam and Sean, who are 4 & 6 respectively, so I have to press my Mary Poppins wardrobe tonight. Hopefully, the living room of the house will be completed in redecorating, leaving 2 rooms down 6 to go. As every homeowner knows there's always something in need of repair. With that all lined up, it should make for a late but fascinating blog tomorrow.
Cocktail of the Day: A Golden Margarita
1/3 Tequila
1/3 Grand Marnier
1/3 Real lime juice (not that Rose's crap)
Shake well over chipped ice
Serve in a frozen Martini glass
Tip: use Iced Tea shaker; More room, Makes for more cocktail
Tata for now
Today has been uneventful. I spent the day chatting on-line and updating facebook for Jimmy and I. Jimmy's just starting his facebook, so he can use some friends, so send in your requests now before the mad rush. Oh wait, disregard the last sentences, I told Jimmy I was hard at work on the house all day, I just forgot that's what I was doing. Yeah, Yeah, that's the ticket. Tomorrow, I nanny nephews Liam and Sean, who are 4 & 6 respectively, so I have to press my Mary Poppins wardrobe tonight. Hopefully, the living room of the house will be completed in redecorating, leaving 2 rooms down 6 to go. As every homeowner knows there's always something in need of repair. With that all lined up, it should make for a late but fascinating blog tomorrow.
Cocktail of the Day: A Golden Margarita
1/3 Tequila
1/3 Grand Marnier
1/3 Real lime juice (not that Rose's crap)
Shake well over chipped ice
Serve in a frozen Martini glass
Tip: use Iced Tea shaker; More room, Makes for more cocktail
Tata for now
Saturday, August 29, 2009
If a girl isn't pretty, she must be a Filbur
Joe has made it home from the hospital on his 3rd try, after 2 failed attempts to escape. Though his spirits are up now, I'm a bit down, Hurricane Danny has been downgraded to a depression (I know, not all jokes can be a riot). Well poor Danny let us down after ruining so many weekends. But not me, I got out and did some shopping with Jim's credit card. We had lunch at Munday's in Huntington (where Mustang John would have had ice cream sodas if he ever ditched school, wink, wink). The next stop was the Book Revue, on Rte 110, to get a book on blogging. I know it is so hard to believe I need one! Who knew? Oh, by the way, Paula Dean, Savannah's own Julia Child, will be signing her new cookbook there on Sept. 22 at 7 P.M.; visit their webpage at http://www.bookrevue.com/.
We then headed off to pick up Joe and Kitty's meds, which look like they come in a Trick or Treat bag. Seriously, you feel like a drug mule leaving the pharmacy. But I digress, We picked up our new counter lights for the newly restored living room, and then headed off to the Peter Andrews sale; Nothing much to find there. Pier 1 was next, but their 75% off was of course on crap. I believe they took 3/4 off good taste. Well at least we got to Blockbuster, luring Jimmy in with the promise they now carry porn. I don't know if he ever figured out they didn't. Well we quickly dined and then weeded through a hall closet. There is so much crap in there since I left it, but not as many cobwebs. Ha! Ha! Beat you to it. After 2 bags of garbage, and 1 for goodwill, it seems to be just as friggin packed, so I'll think about that tomorrow, for tomorrow is another day. Before bed, I saved the best for last and did my blog while downing a chunky monkey (heads out of the gutter's girls, just Ben and Jerry's, the ice cream not 2 gentlemen callers). I'm so sorry I have nothing to rant about, but If I do this right I'll probably have some good comments and a rant by ONE in specific. The picture of the lovely librarian on the right was taken over 10 yrs ago, and is one of my bestest exes. If you can't figure it out, check my friends on my facebook page and look very very closely! He's gotten manlier since then! Disregard the other, She's a Polish lesbian who likes men, and she's gotten manlier too. Tata for now.
We then headed off to pick up Joe and Kitty's meds, which look like they come in a Trick or Treat bag. Seriously, you feel like a drug mule leaving the pharmacy. But I digress, We picked up our new counter lights for the newly restored living room, and then headed off to the Peter Andrews sale; Nothing much to find there. Pier 1 was next, but their 75% off was of course on crap. I believe they took 3/4 off good taste. Well at least we got to Blockbuster, luring Jimmy in with the promise they now carry porn. I don't know if he ever figured out they didn't. Well we quickly dined and then weeded through a hall closet. There is so much crap in there since I left it, but not as many cobwebs. Ha! Ha! Beat you to it. After 2 bags of garbage, and 1 for goodwill, it seems to be just as friggin packed, so I'll think about that tomorrow, for tomorrow is another day. Before bed, I saved the best for last and did my blog while downing a chunky monkey (heads out of the gutter's girls, just Ben and Jerry's, the ice cream not 2 gentlemen callers). I'm so sorry I have nothing to rant about, but If I do this right I'll probably have some good comments and a rant by ONE in specific. The picture of the lovely librarian on the right was taken over 10 yrs ago, and is one of my bestest exes. If you can't figure it out, check my friends on my facebook page and look very very closely! He's gotten manlier since then! Disregard the other, She's a Polish lesbian who likes men, and she's gotten manlier too. Tata for now.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Julie and Julia and Me
After discriminately searching through the multitude of requests to view my blog, I have selected my dearest,bestest friends and doubled my readership. Okay I begged people to read it and the number is up to 6, picky, picky. I mustn't have been to selective because one of the readers thinks GWM stands for guy with money, Boy does he not know me. Today I once again had to attach my Angels of Mercy wings and spent hours by Jimmy's father's bedside after chauffering Miss Kitty (Jim's Mom) to the hospital. There was a diversion to LaGuardia airport for Jimmy's lost luggage, but I selflessly won't dawdle on about that, because I've only just got my blood pressure back to normal. Joe finally went in for surgery, and came through with flying colors. He came out of post-op smiling and laughing (what ever drugs they use there; I WANT) probably more from the prospect of going home soon for if no other reason. Now that I have successively medicated myself with Vicodin, I can enlighten the world with my pearls of wisdom.
Last Sunday we had the pleasure of dinner and a movie with good friends (They picked up the phone, so they are either good friends or too cheap to get caller id). We had an early dinner at Ludlow's in Deer Park with "Mustang" John and "Artsy-Fartsy" Ken. Their cocktails went down so smoothly, we were on seconds before the food came. I must tell you the place is a find, so much so I hear people travel from Bayville for the food. The restaurant is small and intimate and the food was just delicious so if your looking for a place to eat check it out: www.ludlowbistro.com. We then headed off for the new theaters at the Tanger Outlets in Deer Park to see Julie and Julia, starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams. We were joined at the theater by none other then Cha Cha LaBucca, of Arthur Murray notoriety. The poor thing had a splitting headache and wasn't even out to 4 in the morning the night before. So after paying the hefty ticket prices, we entered the theater to experience the Cinema. Jimmy couldn't wait to see the movie, since he's been in love with Julia Child since his first easy-bake oven. Aunt Meryl's performance was again outstanding. She captured Julia Child with a great comic edge. Though I hadn't read the reviews prior to this, I had read the interviews with the actors and Meryl's take on playing the part through Julie's eyes was so outside the box. It is definitely a chick flick, comparing the Marriages of the two. But it was humorous enough to keep you intrigued. I adore Amy Adams but found her to be a little flat in the role, not really believing she was in love with hot guy. Cha Cha was drooling; he should have went out for the part. The espresso martinis definitely worked on Mustang, he only slept through half the movie. And for anyone who goes to the movies with Artsy-Fartsy don't share a popcorn, share is not in his vocabulary. The movie was worth the ticket price , it gets 3 red boas. Dinner and a Movie made for a great night out, until leaving the theater when we were almost totaled by some drunk on the wrongside of the road. Oh that's right that was Mustang driving to Artsy-Fartsy's directions, nevermind.
Well now comes my blog to a close. Hope I kept you interested, if not hopefully this will. http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1919417. Tata for now
Last Sunday we had the pleasure of dinner and a movie with good friends (They picked up the phone, so they are either good friends or too cheap to get caller id). We had an early dinner at Ludlow's in Deer Park with "Mustang" John and "Artsy-Fartsy" Ken. Their cocktails went down so smoothly, we were on seconds before the food came. I must tell you the place is a find, so much so I hear people travel from Bayville for the food. The restaurant is small and intimate and the food was just delicious so if your looking for a place to eat check it out: www.ludlowbistro.com. We then headed off for the new theaters at the Tanger Outlets in Deer Park to see Julie and Julia, starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams. We were joined at the theater by none other then Cha Cha LaBucca, of Arthur Murray notoriety. The poor thing had a splitting headache and wasn't even out to 4 in the morning the night before. So after paying the hefty ticket prices, we entered the theater to experience the Cinema. Jimmy couldn't wait to see the movie, since he's been in love with Julia Child since his first easy-bake oven. Aunt Meryl's performance was again outstanding. She captured Julia Child with a great comic edge. Though I hadn't read the reviews prior to this, I had read the interviews with the actors and Meryl's take on playing the part through Julie's eyes was so outside the box. It is definitely a chick flick, comparing the Marriages of the two. But it was humorous enough to keep you intrigued. I adore Amy Adams but found her to be a little flat in the role, not really believing she was in love with hot guy. Cha Cha was drooling; he should have went out for the part. The espresso martinis definitely worked on Mustang, he only slept through half the movie. And for anyone who goes to the movies with Artsy-Fartsy don't share a popcorn, share is not in his vocabulary. The movie was worth the ticket price , it gets 3 red boas. Dinner and a Movie made for a great night out, until leaving the theater when we were almost totaled by some drunk on the wrongside of the road. Oh that's right that was Mustang driving to Artsy-Fartsy's directions, nevermind.
Well now comes my blog to a close. Hope I kept you interested, if not hopefully this will. http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1919417. Tata for now
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Smart Cars...Really?
Florence Nightingale is in the building. Jimmy's father is in the hospital with blood clots in his leg. At 90 yrs. old, the man is recovering from colon surgery, where they removed 3 sections due to large masses. He was just starting to show signs of recovery when this comes along. The doctors need to now put in a mesh to catch the blood clots when they dislodge. Hopefully this is a small bump in the road and he'll be out by Saturday. Of course, me being the selfless caregiver (It's my blog, so get over it or write your own). So where was I? Oh yeah, me being the selfless caregiver got Joe checked into the hospital last night and out to visit him with Miss Kitty today, while Jimmy toils away in Dallas for work. Joe has taken the news like a trooper, which I think is only dependant on his being out by Saturday. I hope when I hit 90, I'm as resilient as this man is. Yes I do know it was a crap shoot I made 45, so 90 is a pipe dream. During my hour of down time before I whisk of to the hospital again, I felt it necessary to keep my throngs (which I think is synonymous with 3) of adoring fans updated.
I have the god awful misfortune of continuously being behind the worst drivers in the world when I'm running late, which has been a common occurrence lately. I'm not God's gift to the Motor Vehicle, but consider myself above average. I literally will have an oil tanker move out of the way to have a school bus pull in, who in turn is cut off by a illegal limo (That's a landscaping truck, for the uneducated), and when they finally all clear there's the senior citizen and wife driving what appears to be in reverse, (they should be going directly to the cemetary; they might make it in time). Jimmy swears I'm a magnate for them. But seriously, where are the 90 yr olds in the grand marquis' going during rush hour? Why do women, who are already unable to control their SUV's, think they drive better on cell phones? Does the make-up you apply during driving actually help your appearance (to all the drag queens the answer is NO!)? and lastly should I.Q. tests be required for Smart cars. I mean seriously I'm not saying they are all idiots behind the wheel but they have an above average grouping. I, at first, thought that it was a requirement that all cars have a 50% quota, and since that car is already smart, the driver needs not be. But in the long run how smart can anyone be who would buy that car and then cut me off in my SUV. My Speed Racer sticker on the bumper isn't for looks; IT"S A WARNING!
Well my review of Julie and Julia will be tomorrow, and of course the wonderful company that joined me will be included. But for now my shout out goes to Anderson Cooper, who verbally bitch slapped Heidi Montag on air.
I have the god awful misfortune of continuously being behind the worst drivers in the world when I'm running late, which has been a common occurrence lately. I'm not God's gift to the Motor Vehicle, but consider myself above average. I literally will have an oil tanker move out of the way to have a school bus pull in, who in turn is cut off by a illegal limo (That's a landscaping truck, for the uneducated), and when they finally all clear there's the senior citizen and wife driving what appears to be in reverse, (they should be going directly to the cemetary; they might make it in time). Jimmy swears I'm a magnate for them. But seriously, where are the 90 yr olds in the grand marquis' going during rush hour? Why do women, who are already unable to control their SUV's, think they drive better on cell phones? Does the make-up you apply during driving actually help your appearance (to all the drag queens the answer is NO!)? and lastly should I.Q. tests be required for Smart cars. I mean seriously I'm not saying they are all idiots behind the wheel but they have an above average grouping. I, at first, thought that it was a requirement that all cars have a 50% quota, and since that car is already smart, the driver needs not be. But in the long run how smart can anyone be who would buy that car and then cut me off in my SUV. My Speed Racer sticker on the bumper isn't for looks; IT"S A WARNING!
Well my review of Julie and Julia will be tomorrow, and of course the wonderful company that joined me will be included. But for now my shout out goes to Anderson Cooper, who verbally bitch slapped Heidi Montag on air.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The Voyage of the Damned
Sen. Ted Kennedy has passed away after a long battle with Brain cancer. A stalwart of the liberal democrats he was always a strong voice in policy making. A man who despite his human frailties, served the people of the United States relentlessly.
I have finally started writing my Diary for our recent trip to Europe. It's probably going to take me a millenium to document the travels. For Jimmy's, that's my other half a great overworked guy, 50th birthday I got him a cruise and took Tom, of the Detroit Sciclunas, and Paul with us. We went to Rome, Pisa, I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo, Barcelona, The Balearic Islands, Tunisia, Sicily, Naples and back to Rome. It was a 10 day cruise, that was spectacularly wonderful, when we were speaking. I think that if anyone wants to really see one of the most beautiful sceneries of nature, you need to go to the French Riviera- Cote d'Azur. We took a bus tour from Monte Carlo to Nice and then toured back on the higher road through Eze. I couldn't wait to get back home to watch "To Catch a Thief" to see Grace Kelly speed along those cliff hanging roads, which of course, is also where she met her tragic death.
This lovely vacation brings me to my daily rant, well not daily yet since it's only my first rant. While on the Holland America cruise ship Noordam, a nightly game show of the Marriage game was offered. I don't know what made me ask since Jimmy detests game shows, but I inquired earlier that day if Gay couples were allowed to participate and was informed they were not. I was slightly taken aback but slowly simmered as the day went on. I then called the entertainment office and asked how that decision was made and who made it. I was informed that the ship needed to be sensitive to a specific group of passengers. Knowing that the only group on board was The Weekly Standard, a ultra-conservative publication, I stated that while the ship was being sensitive to their dying inbred bigotries, they were failing to acknowledge the legal marriages of gay couples. After much back peddling and information that the dancers in the show were gay and their friends, I still was unable to discover who made this policy. So an e-mail has been sent and I am awaiting a reply. I will then be happy to update my blog with their response as I also forward it to RSVP cruises, Olivia Cruises and Rachel Maddow. I know it seems trivial to some but at what point is ignoring people's basic rights okay, ironically from a dutch based cruise line.
I have finally started writing my Diary for our recent trip to Europe. It's probably going to take me a millenium to document the travels. For Jimmy's, that's my other half a great overworked guy, 50th birthday I got him a cruise and took Tom, of the Detroit Sciclunas, and Paul with us. We went to Rome, Pisa, I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo, Barcelona, The Balearic Islands, Tunisia, Sicily, Naples and back to Rome. It was a 10 day cruise, that was spectacularly wonderful, when we were speaking. I think that if anyone wants to really see one of the most beautiful sceneries of nature, you need to go to the French Riviera- Cote d'Azur. We took a bus tour from Monte Carlo to Nice and then toured back on the higher road through Eze. I couldn't wait to get back home to watch "To Catch a Thief" to see Grace Kelly speed along those cliff hanging roads, which of course, is also where she met her tragic death.
This lovely vacation brings me to my daily rant, well not daily yet since it's only my first rant. While on the Holland America cruise ship Noordam, a nightly game show of the Marriage game was offered. I don't know what made me ask since Jimmy detests game shows, but I inquired earlier that day if Gay couples were allowed to participate and was informed they were not. I was slightly taken aback but slowly simmered as the day went on. I then called the entertainment office and asked how that decision was made and who made it. I was informed that the ship needed to be sensitive to a specific group of passengers. Knowing that the only group on board was The Weekly Standard, a ultra-conservative publication, I stated that while the ship was being sensitive to their dying inbred bigotries, they were failing to acknowledge the legal marriages of gay couples. After much back peddling and information that the dancers in the show were gay and their friends, I still was unable to discover who made this policy. So an e-mail has been sent and I am awaiting a reply. I will then be happy to update my blog with their response as I also forward it to RSVP cruises, Olivia Cruises and Rachel Maddow. I know it seems trivial to some but at what point is ignoring people's basic rights okay, ironically from a dutch based cruise line.
In the beginning there was JTS
Well I guess it's about time. I'm James T Stewart and this is my blog. After seeing Julie and Julia, I find myself addicted with the idea of blogging, and addictive behavior is my middle name. I find the idea of blogging fascinating, threatening, exhilarating and just friggin' scary. I have had a continuous blog running in my head for 45 years and taken on a Diary to immortalize our vacations, which by the way are all the rave in Detroit, so this seems to be the next logical choice. So I hope that whoever does read this enjoys my running commentaries and finds my irreverent look at life not so insulting or boring. But for any friends who do choose to read this, check your sensitivity at the door. I guess since I have already used dictionary.reference.com several times they will be my first plug. I'm not even sure how long a post is supposed to run; I'll take the learn as I do approach. Screw ups are so much fun. So for now I'll pass on the life history and just introduce myself as James T Stewart, a GWM 45 from Long Island. From there I'll allow myself to slowly unravel (which once again is so me, just ask my great partner in life, who finds me as unpredictable as I hope you do). So Tata for now and I'll be seeing you in the pages of "Adventures in Taffeta, One Gay Man's Journey"
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