Politics in my blog, who would have thought? It seems an interview with George Snuffleupagus (His new name, since he is an imaginary reporter that only is there to ask questions) on Good Morning America with Rudolph Giuliani should make the A.M.A. list of most serious cases of Amnesia! It seems there were no domestic terroist attacks under the Bush Administration. The new mantra is "9-11, gone but forgotten". Obviously the asbestos he was breathing on that day (Bush's EPA says there was none) must have damaged his brain synapses (it should have been his Elmer Fudd's vocal chords that should have been destroyed). Of course the obligatory "what I meant to say was" statement meant post 9-11. Really? whew, because that shoe bomber on the plane Richard Reid was just pulling a prank on December 22nd, 2001. The anthrax deaths in October of 2001, were actually allergic reactions to envelope glue that caused the death of 5 people and serious illness in at least 2 dozen people. So yeah no domestic attacks under President George W. Bush. Good Job Rudy! Poor Rick Lazio already has an uphill battle for the Senate and Rudy endorses him in the same breath, a good day for democrats, I'd say. But don't short sell Americans. They will believe his quote hook, line and sinker, and blame the liberal media for overblowing a verbal gaffe. Hi Mom and Dad! By the way don't forget Rudy spent more time at Ground Zero then any of the workers: "I was at ground zero as often, if not more, than most of the workers. I was there working with them. I was there guiding things. I was the one bringing people there. I was exposed to exactly the same things they were exposed to. So in that sense, I'm one of them." I missed the part where he sifted for human remains!
And don't forget this natural disaster occured under Obama. TaTa for now
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Crime does pay
Welcome Mr. Scicluna. I had the pleasure of meeting Tom and Ross on my first cruise, which was to the Caribbean. We found a posting for the "Friends of Dorothy" (code for a gaggle of gays gathering) meeting in the ship's daily itinerary. I had cut my foot on some glass, so I sent Mr. Riepe to scope it out. When I arrived, James was already deep in conversation with 2 men. They were Tom and Ross! The room had couples ranging from queenie (Thank God he didn't pick them), to sleazy (they were cruising for other couples to score with), to mostly average aged couples from Wales and New Zealand and other great locations to actually have friends. James then goes and selects the 2 old guys from Detroit; Really? was that your first choice James?. Well, when they say don't judge a book by the cover , they are damn right! James couldn't have selected a sweeter, walmer, more inviting pair who would become fast friends. When Tom and Ross first visited us, we secured tickets to Linda Eder at Feinstein's at the Regency. So we took a Limo into the city with my sister Ellen and her husband Rich and were seated at Michael Feinstein's personal table. Midway through the concert, an elderly man at the next table leaned over and asked if we were anyone important. I quickly retorted that Tom was Mr. Scicluna, you know of the Detroit Sciclunas. The man was quite impressed, though totally clueless. We found out later that somehow we bounced Linda's guests to the adjoining table, and that man, being one of her guests, wondered who could have possibly replaced them on the A-List. Little did he know. So now we have Tom Scicluna, the heir to the Detroit Scicluna's as a follower, succumbing to blackmail, but I'll take them anyway I can!
Well the Bucca Boyz Coffee Klatch was a great success the other night. Cha Cha and the Head Bucca were there with A.M.T. Mike and his "posse", The Greek Geek, Silver J., Teddy and Eddy. We gathered at Roosters in North Bellmore, with Auntie M's Tommy as the bartender. Chauffer Brian, was unable to attend but his hat made a guest appearance. I sipped on Seltzer, until the Tanqueray used some type of mind joining trick and forced me to order it. The Head Bucca and I kicked Cha Cha and Greek Geek's rearends in pool till we gracefully let them win a game. A.M.T. Mike brought his girlfriend and his boyfriend with him (Yes you heard that right), and introduced them to us. Most of us knew the girlfriend, who I inadvertantly thought was pregnant (Really, she could make a beer swigging couch potato jealous) and John. Mike nicely introduced John as a dancer, but John corrected him saying he was a professional stripper (Classy!). John it seems is going into the Army in the next few weeks, so Don't Ask and Don't tell. John was very happy to show off his job skills, but we would have none of that, The Bucca Boyz are always the center of attention, Okay, we peeked a little. Not too shortly, Stripper John was bent over the toilet with his boyfriend and girlfriend in tow (they would slink out the door without even a goodbye). The other bathroom would become tied up when Eddy decided to show off his rodeo skills to a random patron that had only walked in minutes earlier (a new rodeo record I guess). While this all was going on, we maintained our civil graces and turned our attention to Teddy, who was attired in his snap on snap off clothes. We had a fun night and other then Eddy and Brian's hat (who knew?), we left with our dignity intact! If Cha Cha's pictures all come out, a possible Documentary could be in the works.
I guess that will be all. I need to devise my next Blackmail To Join plot. I ran across this commercial, and I laughed so hard, I think I tinkled myself. So enjoy and TaTa for now!
Well the Bucca Boyz Coffee Klatch was a great success the other night. Cha Cha and the Head Bucca were there with A.M.T. Mike and his "posse", The Greek Geek, Silver J., Teddy and Eddy. We gathered at Roosters in North Bellmore, with Auntie M's Tommy as the bartender. Chauffer Brian, was unable to attend but his hat made a guest appearance. I sipped on Seltzer, until the Tanqueray used some type of mind joining trick and forced me to order it. The Head Bucca and I kicked Cha Cha and Greek Geek's rearends in pool till we gracefully let them win a game. A.M.T. Mike brought his girlfriend and his boyfriend with him (Yes you heard that right), and introduced them to us. Most of us knew the girlfriend, who I inadvertantly thought was pregnant (Really, she could make a beer swigging couch potato jealous) and John. Mike nicely introduced John as a dancer, but John corrected him saying he was a professional stripper (Classy!). John it seems is going into the Army in the next few weeks, so Don't Ask and Don't tell. John was very happy to show off his job skills, but we would have none of that, The Bucca Boyz are always the center of attention, Okay, we peeked a little. Not too shortly, Stripper John was bent over the toilet with his boyfriend and girlfriend in tow (they would slink out the door without even a goodbye). The other bathroom would become tied up when Eddy decided to show off his rodeo skills to a random patron that had only walked in minutes earlier (a new rodeo record I guess). While this all was going on, we maintained our civil graces and turned our attention to Teddy, who was attired in his snap on snap off clothes. We had a fun night and other then Eddy and Brian's hat (who knew?), we left with our dignity intact! If Cha Cha's pictures all come out, a possible Documentary could be in the works.
I guess that will be all. I need to devise my next Blackmail To Join plot. I ran across this commercial, and I laughed so hard, I think I tinkled myself. So enjoy and TaTa for now!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Is it still Blackmail, being politically correct
Okay I'm so sorry to have to resort to this, but blackmail seems the only way to get followers. As of today, I start an active campaign to increase my followers and Detroit is up first. One of my regular readers is known as C.P., and up to weeks ago only C.P. and Tom know why (Like Tom can keep a secret from me, He's a blabbermouth), but unless they decide to join my sect, I will be willing to sell the secret to other Detroitians (Is that what they're called, I really don't care). So here's the deal they have 48 hrs. to comply or the 1st frozen wasteland person to subscribe will get the secret (is it really Cucumber Paul, is it Crabs Paul, stay tuned and maybe you'll find out!!). Wouldn't it be a pity if the fag hag Kathy, or Mike-a-lob, or even Madam Shirley were to know the Flight Attendant's (really a stewardess) dark dirty secret. Well stayed tuned, same Bat time, same Bat channel same Robin codpiece (OOOh I'm getting the vapors) and maybe the truth will be revealed!!!
Today was a slow day. Woke up with a pained head that makes a hangover feel like a tickle. I swore it was a Sinus infection, but Hot Tea (God's gift to the Irish) straightened everything out. Then it was off shopping with Miss Kitty. I may sound like the most thoughtful son-in-law, but really most of the duties are picking up food for Jimmy, dropping off Jimmy's laundry, being Miss Kitty's drug mule and fun things like that. Now, I understand why everyone is so envious of me, who else gets a honeydew list every day ( that's when Jimmy says Honey, do this and this and this and to make it more fun, drag my poor mother around with you). Thanks to the above listed C.P. , we even have to pick up a special Greek yogurt, made by "Faces". I don't get but it's to die for, like they laced it with crack or something. Of course I always enjoy the grocery store, where one of the express lines is occupied by some women with a full cart. Unbelievably, the women had the gall to blame her 12 yr. old for not keeping track. Really you mistakingly thought the full cart was 10 items or less, and this women was able to procreate. Probably fell for the old "this is how the Chinese say hello". So you get on the other express line which now has a line of 10 people, because the idiot customer at that register argues about the coupon that requires you must by 2 of that item, so she wanders off to get a second one. And WHY OH WHY, are people shocked when the cashier asks for money. They have that "you mean it isn't free" look on their face; and they then proceed to dig for the exact change. I so can see how illegal immigrants and gay marriage are the downfall of american culture; because these gene pool misfits are really such a solid foundation. Yes, even standing on a check-out line can be fun if you have the right pissed off attitude.
Now that I've vented I can sleep better and it's time for my nap so I can be fresh as a daisy for the Bucca Boyz tonight. As I look forward to finding out the results of my blackmail, I will say TaTa for now. Here's how they do spontaneous dancing in Antwerp, Belgium. (Okay maybe not so spontaneous)
Today was a slow day. Woke up with a pained head that makes a hangover feel like a tickle. I swore it was a Sinus infection, but Hot Tea (God's gift to the Irish) straightened everything out. Then it was off shopping with Miss Kitty. I may sound like the most thoughtful son-in-law, but really most of the duties are picking up food for Jimmy, dropping off Jimmy's laundry, being Miss Kitty's drug mule and fun things like that. Now, I understand why everyone is so envious of me, who else gets a honeydew list every day ( that's when Jimmy says Honey, do this and this and this and to make it more fun, drag my poor mother around with you). Thanks to the above listed C.P. , we even have to pick up a special Greek yogurt, made by "Faces". I don't get but it's to die for, like they laced it with crack or something. Of course I always enjoy the grocery store, where one of the express lines is occupied by some women with a full cart. Unbelievably, the women had the gall to blame her 12 yr. old for not keeping track. Really you mistakingly thought the full cart was 10 items or less, and this women was able to procreate. Probably fell for the old "this is how the Chinese say hello". So you get on the other express line which now has a line of 10 people, because the idiot customer at that register argues about the coupon that requires you must by 2 of that item, so she wanders off to get a second one. And WHY OH WHY, are people shocked when the cashier asks for money. They have that "you mean it isn't free" look on their face; and they then proceed to dig for the exact change. I so can see how illegal immigrants and gay marriage are the downfall of american culture; because these gene pool misfits are really such a solid foundation. Yes, even standing on a check-out line can be fun if you have the right pissed off attitude.
Now that I've vented I can sleep better and it's time for my nap so I can be fresh as a daisy for the Bucca Boyz tonight. As I look forward to finding out the results of my blackmail, I will say TaTa for now. Here's how they do spontaneous dancing in Antwerp, Belgium. (Okay maybe not so spontaneous)
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
O Followers, Followers, wherefore art thou
Happy Birthday Dobert (Not a misspell, but an alias, if you've been paying attention!)
As I lie here on my deathbed, my last thoughts will be of completing one more blog. Actually I'm feeling quite better , thanks for asking. I tried in the last blog to be sweet and grateful for my bestest friends, and believe it or not that is what some of my readers found most humorist. So how does an Irish guy become best friends with 4 Italians and 1 German? (Ever hear of the Gay Mafia?, they are lethal with Sambucca bottles, spiked heels and razor-sharp sarcasm). And for those who are trying to match the real name to the nickname, you're on your own (But one of them is Cha Cha LaBucca, himself). So I tried sweet and it obviously wasn't a good fit, so there will be no more of that!
Yesterday was truly a day from Hell. I went out for the chiropractor at 11:45 and left the office to find my car had a dead battery. Not too great a surprise since this is the 4th time it has happened, and I continued to procrastinate. But like the Emperor with no clothes, I was without my cellphone. I ran back into the office and called my Knight in Shining Armor to come and save me and he hung-up on me! Well, I try again and get his voicemail, so I leave an urgent message. As I wait outside in the car with my Kindle (reading Kathy Griffin's new book, but of course.) As I watch the office staff hurriedly leave the office in the bitter cold, I stand firm knowing James is coming any second. An hour and half later, I venture out in to the intense freezing temperatures of Siberia (where the only thing I can see is Sarah Palin's house, but she turns me away you betcha). I then recall that there was a time we used payphones so i trudge off on my great quest. Well the first one had no reciever, the second was encased in some type of concretion (Okay I used a Thesauras) that I gag attempting to think of what it was composed, and finally the 3rd phone actually works. After I deposit my 50 cents (why I still have a dime in my sock I'll never know), I dial James' cellphone and get a cheery Hi, so I hang up. Cheery my ass,; I'd rather freeze to death! I make my way back too the parking lot and finally beg a jump (For The Car You Perverts, plus he wasn't that hot). Just as we try to jump the car my Squire in Tarnished Plating has arrived (After 2 hours he got demoted). I get the car started to rush home, shower, shave and head off to my new job. I have to start at 4 and arrive promptly to find the Boss is running 15 minutes late, Son of a Bitch! Well when I finally get into Sugars (580 Smithtown Bypass, Hauppauge just east of Rte 111, phone #631-366-2120; yes I know a shameless plug, but who said I had shame), I get right to work with my 4:30 regulars. Mike and Mark are two straight attorney's who have been coming to this bar and the 3 prior every day Monday to Friday. They are great guys who I have bonded with quickly, but they can't be too swift. They asked Jack, the Boss, after meeting me the first time, if I was straight or gay. Jack, knowing these guys well, says I'm gay and asks why they wanted to know? It seems I don't dress nice enough to be gay!! Yes that's right, from these 2 overweight, sweat-suit clad Project Runway judges, I'm not fashionable enough to be gay (Like they have the power to revoke my membership card). We have since got beyond that, and to their credit they owned up to that story the next time they saw me (Honest lawyers; who knew). Well I ran a decent business that night, with great gratitude to my sisters Maureen and Debbie, because gays will not come into the bar unless someone else is there. And Maureen and Debbie have been my devoted seat warmers; Oops-a-daisy getting sweet again. Well Robbie, who used to work there, came in and tried to give me pointers, which I took with a grain of salt from someone who got fired (excuse me, it was a mutual understanding). But I like Robbie, he is a quiet, friendly guy with a wicked side and a smoking body. By 11:30 my last customers left and the sinking sick feeling, ache in my back, and empty stomach kicked in, but I diligently stayed and spent my tips in the Juke box, on the video game and on medicinal Bucca shots. The day I got hired the Bastard Boss raised the employee prices by a dollar; which I am sure was no reflection on the Boss' impression of my drinking abilities.
After getting in bed by 4:30, I slept till 11:30 in dire pain and overstuffed congestion. I faithfully got to Pep Boys and got my battery replaced. I don't have to break down 5 times to get the point. I did my errands and had a very laid back day, Thank God. I have to rest up for a Bucca boy night tomorrow, which will be held at an undisclosed location (translation: I have no idea where we're going, and don't really care).
In the infamous words of Honore de Balzac (tee hee I said Balzac) "A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity" and with that I say Tata for now! (and don't forget, Mondays at Sugars, 580 Smithtown Bypass, Hauppauge just east of Rte 111, phone #631-366-2120
I hear this is the new hit on videos, so I'll show it but Oprah and Chicago in my opinion have nothing on New York and London, So I hope you enjoy this thanks to Sugars Michael after 3 L.I. Iced Teas, but stayed tune to really see how to rock a place (even better then the Salvation Army Bucket in Detroit during Christmas)
As I lie here on my deathbed, my last thoughts will be of completing one more blog. Actually I'm feeling quite better , thanks for asking. I tried in the last blog to be sweet and grateful for my bestest friends, and believe it or not that is what some of my readers found most humorist. So how does an Irish guy become best friends with 4 Italians and 1 German? (Ever hear of the Gay Mafia?, they are lethal with Sambucca bottles, spiked heels and razor-sharp sarcasm). And for those who are trying to match the real name to the nickname, you're on your own (But one of them is Cha Cha LaBucca, himself). So I tried sweet and it obviously wasn't a good fit, so there will be no more of that!
Yesterday was truly a day from Hell. I went out for the chiropractor at 11:45 and left the office to find my car had a dead battery. Not too great a surprise since this is the 4th time it has happened, and I continued to procrastinate. But like the Emperor with no clothes, I was without my cellphone. I ran back into the office and called my Knight in Shining Armor to come and save me and he hung-up on me! Well, I try again and get his voicemail, so I leave an urgent message. As I wait outside in the car with my Kindle (reading Kathy Griffin's new book, but of course.) As I watch the office staff hurriedly leave the office in the bitter cold, I stand firm knowing James is coming any second. An hour and half later, I venture out in to the intense freezing temperatures of Siberia (where the only thing I can see is Sarah Palin's house, but she turns me away you betcha). I then recall that there was a time we used payphones so i trudge off on my great quest. Well the first one had no reciever, the second was encased in some type of concretion (Okay I used a Thesauras) that I gag attempting to think of what it was composed, and finally the 3rd phone actually works. After I deposit my 50 cents (why I still have a dime in my sock I'll never know), I dial James' cellphone and get a cheery Hi, so I hang up. Cheery my ass,; I'd rather freeze to death! I make my way back too the parking lot and finally beg a jump (For The Car You Perverts, plus he wasn't that hot). Just as we try to jump the car my Squire in Tarnished Plating has arrived (After 2 hours he got demoted). I get the car started to rush home, shower, shave and head off to my new job. I have to start at 4 and arrive promptly to find the Boss is running 15 minutes late, Son of a Bitch! Well when I finally get into Sugars (580 Smithtown Bypass, Hauppauge just east of Rte 111, phone #631-366-2120; yes I know a shameless plug, but who said I had shame), I get right to work with my 4:30 regulars. Mike and Mark are two straight attorney's who have been coming to this bar and the 3 prior every day Monday to Friday. They are great guys who I have bonded with quickly, but they can't be too swift. They asked Jack, the Boss, after meeting me the first time, if I was straight or gay. Jack, knowing these guys well, says I'm gay and asks why they wanted to know? It seems I don't dress nice enough to be gay!! Yes that's right, from these 2 overweight, sweat-suit clad Project Runway judges, I'm not fashionable enough to be gay (Like they have the power to revoke my membership card). We have since got beyond that, and to their credit they owned up to that story the next time they saw me (Honest lawyers; who knew). Well I ran a decent business that night, with great gratitude to my sisters Maureen and Debbie, because gays will not come into the bar unless someone else is there. And Maureen and Debbie have been my devoted seat warmers; Oops-a-daisy getting sweet again. Well Robbie, who used to work there, came in and tried to give me pointers, which I took with a grain of salt from someone who got fired (excuse me, it was a mutual understanding). But I like Robbie, he is a quiet, friendly guy with a wicked side and a smoking body. By 11:30 my last customers left and the sinking sick feeling, ache in my back, and empty stomach kicked in, but I diligently stayed and spent my tips in the Juke box, on the video game and on medicinal Bucca shots. The day I got hired the Bastard Boss raised the employee prices by a dollar; which I am sure was no reflection on the Boss' impression of my drinking abilities.
After getting in bed by 4:30, I slept till 11:30 in dire pain and overstuffed congestion. I faithfully got to Pep Boys and got my battery replaced. I don't have to break down 5 times to get the point. I did my errands and had a very laid back day, Thank God. I have to rest up for a Bucca boy night tomorrow, which will be held at an undisclosed location (translation: I have no idea where we're going, and don't really care).
In the infamous words of Honore de Balzac (tee hee I said Balzac) "A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity" and with that I say Tata for now! (and don't forget, Mondays at Sugars, 580 Smithtown Bypass, Hauppauge just east of Rte 111, phone #631-366-2120
I hear this is the new hit on videos, so I'll show it but Oprah and Chicago in my opinion have nothing on New York and London, So I hope you enjoy this thanks to Sugars Michael after 3 L.I. Iced Teas, but stayed tune to really see how to rock a place (even better then the Salvation Army Bucket in Detroit during Christmas)
Sunday, January 3, 2010
I dot a told in my dose AH CHOO
I seem to be a little bit under the weather today. After days of no sleep and very little eating, "I am one stomach flu away from my ideal weight". Though I may have been immune from the toilet worshiping, I have run myself down enough to have developed a bad cold. But suffering in silence, I will be unwavering in fulfilling my New Year's resolutions (at least for another day).
Mr. Riepe, though a very intelligent person, is one of the most pop culturely challenged people I know. He still thinks Lady Gaga is a baby's talking doll! So it was no surprise to me when I first joined facebook, that he would be socially inept at the process. The truth be told, he had already signed up for an account, but didn't know what to do with it from there. So I started from scratch and set up a new account and set up a basic friends list. Well lo and behold, his true colors emerged, he has become a friend whore. He has rifled through all my friends and requested them to be on his list too. I know you're all saying thats what everyone does and I couldn't agree more, but he took it a step further. James had never ever seen an episode of the Amazing Race until late November when I showed him an episode, but once he found out that there was 2 brothers competing and they were gay and they were HOT, he was addicted. So he watched the last three episodes and I thought that was it. But NO! I checked his facebook account and found out that he now has Sam McMillen as one of his facebook friends. I also introduced him to a show on HGTV called Color Splash, and since the host is David Bromstad, who is hot and loves to have his shirt off at least once an episode, James calls it one of his favorite shows (It appeals to his decorative nature; Yeah Right). Well David is one of his new facebook friends. Being a huge theater buff, he also has set up alerts on google. any time, a name or keywords are posted on the internet, he receives an e-mail notifying him of the posting. Cheyenne Jackson is one of his most popular alerts; which actually is really cool, because I found out that yesterday's posting on Adventure's in Taffeta activated an alert for him. I can only hope that Cheyenne has a google alert on himself and will become one of my blog friends (THAT WOULD BE SO COOL, since my closest, dearest friends refuse to do that!!!) so hear goes Cheyenne Jackson, Cheyenne Jackson, Cheyenne Jackson ( wonder if that worked?) while we are at it Kristin Chenoweth, Jake Gyllenhaal and Olivia Newton-John. Hey, a boy could hope. I know I digressed or as my sister would say my A.D.D. kicked in. Now I really wouldn't mind but he doesn't get google alerts on Cherry Jones, nor is he facebook friends with Steve Buscemi. So Yes, my boyfriend is cheating on me with facebook, and I introduced him to them. Sob, Sob, I'm gonna twitter Zac Efron to get even, yeah that's the ticket.
I wish I had more to say but my day was occupied with playing phone tag with 7 siblings and a set of parents to arrange their anniversary dinner; clearing my e-mails and acknowledging all the texts praising my return to blogging (obviously to give meaning to their sorry little lives). But to be serious for once, I am truly blessed to not have thousands of friends but to have dozens of good friends and 5 best friends. So to Mr. Riepe, Martin Rebello, William Spinelli, Thomas Scicluna and John Giglio. Thank you and I love you! (Whores all of them). Monday's will be my blog off night while I go to work at Sugars, so if you are feeling full of yourself, just stop down and I'll cut you down a couple of notches.
Back in October it was 10 years since the Murder of Matthew Shepard. I have finally finished my first book on my new Kindle, and I'm am so glad to say the book was "The Meaning of Matthew" by Judy Shepard. I was pleased to read something that didn't make him a larger then life figure, but how a tragedy where the victim is flawed can make a larger then life cause. It's a story of a mother's loss of a son, who happened to be gay. God Bless and TaTa for now
Mr. Riepe, though a very intelligent person, is one of the most pop culturely challenged people I know. He still thinks Lady Gaga is a baby's talking doll! So it was no surprise to me when I first joined facebook, that he would be socially inept at the process. The truth be told, he had already signed up for an account, but didn't know what to do with it from there. So I started from scratch and set up a new account and set up a basic friends list. Well lo and behold, his true colors emerged, he has become a friend whore. He has rifled through all my friends and requested them to be on his list too. I know you're all saying thats what everyone does and I couldn't agree more, but he took it a step further. James had never ever seen an episode of the Amazing Race until late November when I showed him an episode, but once he found out that there was 2 brothers competing and they were gay and they were HOT, he was addicted. So he watched the last three episodes and I thought that was it. But NO! I checked his facebook account and found out that he now has Sam McMillen as one of his facebook friends. I also introduced him to a show on HGTV called Color Splash, and since the host is David Bromstad, who is hot and loves to have his shirt off at least once an episode, James calls it one of his favorite shows (It appeals to his decorative nature; Yeah Right). Well David is one of his new facebook friends. Being a huge theater buff, he also has set up alerts on google. any time, a name or keywords are posted on the internet, he receives an e-mail notifying him of the posting. Cheyenne Jackson is one of his most popular alerts; which actually is really cool, because I found out that yesterday's posting on Adventure's in Taffeta activated an alert for him. I can only hope that Cheyenne has a google alert on himself and will become one of my blog friends (THAT WOULD BE SO COOL, since my closest, dearest friends refuse to do that!!!) so hear goes Cheyenne Jackson, Cheyenne Jackson, Cheyenne Jackson ( wonder if that worked?) while we are at it Kristin Chenoweth, Jake Gyllenhaal and Olivia Newton-John. Hey, a boy could hope. I know I digressed or as my sister would say my A.D.D. kicked in. Now I really wouldn't mind but he doesn't get google alerts on Cherry Jones, nor is he facebook friends with Steve Buscemi. So Yes, my boyfriend is cheating on me with facebook, and I introduced him to them. Sob, Sob, I'm gonna twitter Zac Efron to get even, yeah that's the ticket.
I wish I had more to say but my day was occupied with playing phone tag with 7 siblings and a set of parents to arrange their anniversary dinner; clearing my e-mails and acknowledging all the texts praising my return to blogging (obviously to give meaning to their sorry little lives). But to be serious for once, I am truly blessed to not have thousands of friends but to have dozens of good friends and 5 best friends. So to Mr. Riepe, Martin Rebello, William Spinelli, Thomas Scicluna and John Giglio. Thank you and I love you! (Whores all of them). Monday's will be my blog off night while I go to work at Sugars, so if you are feeling full of yourself, just stop down and I'll cut you down a couple of notches.
Back in October it was 10 years since the Murder of Matthew Shepard. I have finally finished my first book on my new Kindle, and I'm am so glad to say the book was "The Meaning of Matthew" by Judy Shepard. I was pleased to read something that didn't make him a larger then life figure, but how a tragedy where the victim is flawed can make a larger then life cause. It's a story of a mother's loss of a son, who happened to be gay. God Bless and TaTa for now
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