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.

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

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.

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.

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"