My weekly routine has become very humdrum. I know that's not exactly what you signed on for, but even in a life of opulance there must come some insignificance. Please hold back the tears! Not even a Bucca Bill night at Blanche since he's still on a "Daddy and Me" trip. Instead Hans was working the bar, and though he's very very easy on the eyes, he is as we say missing a couple of tools in the shed.
This week was filled with Ho-Hum errands and chores, so when I was invited to Prime restaurant as "Dizzy's" guest, you'd think I jump at the chance. RIGHT? Not so fast. See to accept the invitation, you need to verify that she brought her credit card, make sure the restaurant accepts it, and if the credit line is available. That's just too much work. "Dizzy" was taking Mother Mary to dinner for her birthday, with My Uncle Bill and Aunt Flo. So I "gratefully" declined but opted to join them for cocktails before hand. It was a gorgeous day for cocktails on the deck, and I arrived right on time to have Billy and Flo already outside. So I quickly ordered a cocktail and sprung for the tab, before others arrived. Yes, I have this down to a science!. I enjoyed a great chat with Bill and Flo, until "Dizzy", Mary and Jack in tow showed up. I stayed another 15 minutes watching "Dizzy" work on her tan. I walked with them to their table and then skiddadled. Actually tonight was the start of James' mini vacation so we had a nice private dinner planned. We even contemplated getting a table on the other side of the restaurant so we could watch the "Dance of the Dinner Check" play out, but chose otherwise.
I had gotten all my Miss Kitty chores out of the way earlier in the week and had watched Liam and Sean on Thursday, so my Friday was free. And what does James decide to do on his first day of vacation? You got it, go into work. He obviously has a difficult time with the English language, so here goes
va·ca·tion /veɪˈkeɪʃən, və-/ Show Spelled[vey-key-shuhn, vuh-] Show IPA
–noun
1. a period of suspension of work, study, or other activity, usually used for rest, recreation, or travel; recess or holiday: Schoolchildren are on vacation now.
Now was that so hard? So I clean around the house, did wash, and packed for our trip to Cape May. We will be vacationing with Eileen and Sean, AKA Liams Parents, Sean Jr. and Liam. Okay I see your point, I'm traveling witht the kids I watch during the week, so maybe I'll brush up on the definition of vacation too. After packing, I got at least a draft of the blog done, while Sparky's sitter,Ophelia, hovers over my shoulder, attempting to get a first glance at the blog. But of course, when trying to save it, It once again disappears from the screen. After a few choice words that left Ophelia running for the guest bedroom, I leave a incomplete blog. Hemingway never had it so hard!
Well Tata for now, until my great diary on our trip to the Jersey shore is published.
Martina McBride and Pat Benatar Duet
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Buddha was Breast-Fed
I had originally typed my whole blog and when I pressed save to edit the whole thing it completely disappeared, so I am once again typing at midnight cursing the person who thought it would be great for me to do a blog!!!!
As I was saying, oh that's right you wouldn't know because my pearls of wisdom are "Went with the wind". So here's the shortened version and hopefully still as brilliant. I was leaving my chiropractor today, when I observed on the car in front of me the bumper sticker "Buddda was Breast-fed". I found it amusing at first but by the time I arrived home, I was befuddled. Wasn't everyone in 400 BC breast-fed? It's not like they ran down to the 7-11 for Similac. And wouldn't that mean Pontius Pilate, Atilla the Hun and Ivan the terrible were also breast-fed? I don't hear their parents going "That's my boy!!". But for arguments sake, I'll say breast-feeding is what made Buddha, Buddha; then by all means breast-feed your kids so they too can be obese, megalomaniacs who run around saying "I'm God, I'm God". But enough about Buddha; let's talk about me- I was bottle fed!
Friday Night-- Dined on pheasant at home while we watched PBS. Fine it was steak, potatos and Kathy Griffin, but don't complain about the boring blogs. I love Kathy Griffin, but her Bible Belt special was a waste. The same old, same old goes like this- Hi to all "My Gays", pick on Pam Anderson, talk about "Dancing with the stars", chastise all the straight guys who secretly watched it, and then talk about Renee Zellweger and thank everyone.
Saturday -- Tickets to South Pacific for nephew's birthday, who cancels the night before. So I scramble for replacements. "Mustang Sally" John detests the show, Head Bucca is on a "daddy and me" trip with his son, Cha Cha needs to dance because a dancer dances, and 2 Groovy friends rock with James Taylor/ Carole King (Yes, that's why I called, so next time get messages quicker), and Tom and Cabbage Paul say yes but can't get a flight out of Denver. So I select Mother Mary, of course telling her it was her surprise birthday present; that's why I'm her favorite daughter. But it still leaves one other person, so I call gullible sister Eileen, who I neglect to tell that Mother is joining us. So with these 2 in tow, Myself, James and my favorite godson R.J. (Yes, my only godson, but I hate to burst his bubble) head to the city. We almost lost Mary and Eileen among the flea market kiosks on the grounds of Lincoln Center, but with the lure of cocktails and restrooms we coax them in. The show was wonderful. We had it seen it before, which explains why James had opera glasses for the 5th row. He whipped them out just in time for the gratuitous, male butt-ular, nudity. After Mary's Scotch and soda during intermission, she decided to hum the whole 2nd act, and believe me when I say I got my singing voice from her. Eileen was none too pleased. We headed directly home, so James could attend an 80th birthday party. While James, brother Tom and Miss Kitty headed off to Patrick's for the party, I had dinner with the family, dropped off Sparky and headed to the party. James and Family were gone, when I arrived. Convenient, wouldn't you say? This party should of had a coat check girl to confiscate all flammable objects so you wouldn't set off the highly combustible guests. Looks like they passed six sheets to the wind an hour ago! I bravely said Hello and quickly drank my coffee (Yes, real coffee, no additives), and just as I was about to leave they decided to play "strip the 24 yr. old studly bartender". Well not wanting to be a party pooper, I played along with the game. And of course my Lo-Jack system kicks in and James calls beckoning me home. Like if I get even close to fun, he knows!. I dutifully go home, check Facebook so I can befriend the bartender (and according to his stats a personal trainer, too), and head off to sweet dreams in bed!
Sunday-- James heads into work early, while I tend to my back spasms. The same spasms that always kick in when James pulls out his "Honey-Do List". James makes it out in time so we can catch the sunset in Northport, which has parking unlike the abyss of Port Jefferson. We then had a quick dinner and sent James on his merry way to pack for Toronto, while I search for a personal trainer on-line! STILL NO RESPONSES, DAMN IT.
Aren't you glad you got the short version. Well, as I always say TaTa for now and DON'T DRINK THE BREAST MILK IT'S SPOILED
As I was saying, oh that's right you wouldn't know because my pearls of wisdom are "Went with the wind". So here's the shortened version and hopefully still as brilliant. I was leaving my chiropractor today, when I observed on the car in front of me the bumper sticker "Buddda was Breast-fed". I found it amusing at first but by the time I arrived home, I was befuddled. Wasn't everyone in 400 BC breast-fed? It's not like they ran down to the 7-11 for Similac. And wouldn't that mean Pontius Pilate, Atilla the Hun and Ivan the terrible were also breast-fed? I don't hear their parents going "That's my boy!!". But for arguments sake, I'll say breast-feeding is what made Buddha, Buddha; then by all means breast-feed your kids so they too can be obese, megalomaniacs who run around saying "I'm God, I'm God". But enough about Buddha; let's talk about me- I was bottle fed!
Friday Night-- Dined on pheasant at home while we watched PBS. Fine it was steak, potatos and Kathy Griffin, but don't complain about the boring blogs. I love Kathy Griffin, but her Bible Belt special was a waste. The same old, same old goes like this- Hi to all "My Gays", pick on Pam Anderson, talk about "Dancing with the stars", chastise all the straight guys who secretly watched it, and then talk about Renee Zellweger and thank everyone.
Saturday -- Tickets to South Pacific for nephew's birthday, who cancels the night before. So I scramble for replacements. "Mustang Sally" John detests the show, Head Bucca is on a "daddy and me" trip with his son, Cha Cha needs to dance because a dancer dances, and 2 Groovy friends rock with James Taylor/ Carole King (Yes, that's why I called, so next time get messages quicker), and Tom and Cabbage Paul say yes but can't get a flight out of Denver. So I select Mother Mary, of course telling her it was her surprise birthday present; that's why I'm her favorite daughter. But it still leaves one other person, so I call gullible sister Eileen, who I neglect to tell that Mother is joining us. So with these 2 in tow, Myself, James and my favorite godson R.J. (Yes, my only godson, but I hate to burst his bubble) head to the city. We almost lost Mary and Eileen among the flea market kiosks on the grounds of Lincoln Center, but with the lure of cocktails and restrooms we coax them in. The show was wonderful. We had it seen it before, which explains why James had opera glasses for the 5th row. He whipped them out just in time for the gratuitous, male butt-ular, nudity. After Mary's Scotch and soda during intermission, she decided to hum the whole 2nd act, and believe me when I say I got my singing voice from her. Eileen was none too pleased. We headed directly home, so James could attend an 80th birthday party. While James, brother Tom and Miss Kitty headed off to Patrick's for the party, I had dinner with the family, dropped off Sparky and headed to the party. James and Family were gone, when I arrived. Convenient, wouldn't you say? This party should of had a coat check girl to confiscate all flammable objects so you wouldn't set off the highly combustible guests. Looks like they passed six sheets to the wind an hour ago! I bravely said Hello and quickly drank my coffee (Yes, real coffee, no additives), and just as I was about to leave they decided to play "strip the 24 yr. old studly bartender". Well not wanting to be a party pooper, I played along with the game. And of course my Lo-Jack system kicks in and James calls beckoning me home. Like if I get even close to fun, he knows!. I dutifully go home, check Facebook so I can befriend the bartender (and according to his stats a personal trainer, too), and head off to sweet dreams in bed!
Sunday-- James heads into work early, while I tend to my back spasms. The same spasms that always kick in when James pulls out his "Honey-Do List". James makes it out in time so we can catch the sunset in Northport, which has parking unlike the abyss of Port Jefferson. We then had a quick dinner and sent James on his merry way to pack for Toronto, while I search for a personal trainer on-line! STILL NO RESPONSES, DAMN IT.
Aren't you glad you got the short version. Well, as I always say TaTa for now and DON'T DRINK THE BREAST MILK IT'S SPOILED
Why Kristin Chenoweth Rules
Kristin is by far one of the most talented artists and comes across as petit, graceful, and classy, so it comes as a bit of surprise to see such a feisty editorial written by her. I guess the moral of the story is DON'T CROSS HER FRIENDS. Below is a letter written by Kristin to the Newsweek editors responding to their article asserting that Gay males cannot come across as straight. The writer of the article is himself gay, and probably so flaming that no one ever has mistaken him for straight. Had he not been gay, the article I'm sure never would have been published, and he would have to find some other self-loathing topic to write about.
"As a longtime fan of Newsweek and as the actress currently starring opposite the incredibly talented (and sexy!) Sean Hayes in the Broadway revival of “Promises, Promises,” I was shocked on many levels to see Newsweek publishing Ramin Setoodeh’s horrendously homophobic “Straight Jacket,” which argues that gay actors are simply unfit to play straight. From where I stand, on stage, with Hayes, every night — I’ve observed nothing “wooden” or “weird” in his performance, nor have I noticed the seemingly unwieldy presence of a “pink elephant” in the Broadway Theater. (The Drama League, Outer Critics Circle and Tony members must have also missed that large animal when nominating Hayes’ performance for its highest honors this year.)
I’d normally keep silent on such matters and write such small-minded viewpoints off as perhaps a blip in common sense. But the offense I take to this article, and your decision to publish it, is not really even related to my profession or my work with Hayes or Jonathan Groff (also singled out in the article as too “queeny” to play “straight.”)
This article offends me because I am a human being, a woman and a Christian. For example, there was a time when Jewish actors had to change their names because anti-Semites thought no Jew could convincingly play Gentile. Setoodeh even goes so far as to justify his knee-jerk homophobic reaction to gay actors by accepting and endorsing that “as viewers, we are molded by a society obsessed with dissecting sexuality, starting with the locker room torture in junior high school.” Really? We want to maintain and proliferate the same kind of bullying that makes children cry and in some recent cases have even taken their own lives? That’s so sad, Newsweek! The examples he provides (what scientists call “selection bias”) to prove his “gays can’t play straight” hypothesis are sloppy in my opinion. Come on now!
Openly gay Groff is too “queeny” to play Lea Michelle’s boyfriend in GLEE, but is a “heartthrob” when he does it in Spring Awakening? Cynthia Nixon only “got away with it” ’cause she peaked before coming out? I don’t know if you’ve missed the giant Sex and the City movie posters, but it seems most of America is “buying it.” I could go on, but I assume these will be taken care of in your “Corrections” this week.
Similarly, thousands of people have traveled from all over the world to enjoy Hayes’ performance and don’t seem to have one single issue with his sexuality! They have no problem buying him as a love-torn heterosexual man. Audiences aren’t giving a darn about who a person is sleeping with or his personal life. Give me a break! We’re actors first, whether we’re playing prostitutes, baseball players, or the Lion King. Audiences come to theater to go on a journey. It’s a character and it’s called acting, and I’d put Hayes and his brilliance up there with some of the greatest actors period.
Lastly, as someone who’s been proudly advocating for equal rights and supporting GLBT causes for as long as I can remember, I know how much it means to young people struggling with their sexuality to see out & proud actors like Sean Hayes, Jonathan Groff, Neil Patrick Harris and Cynthia Nixon succeeding in their work without having to keep their sexuality a secret. No one needs to see a bigoted, factually inaccurate article that tells people who deviate from heterosexual norms that they can’t be open about who they are and still achieve their dreams. I am told on good authority that Mr. Setoodeh is a gay man himself and I would hope, as the author of this article, he would at least understand that. I encourage Newsweek to embrace stories which promote acceptance, love, unity and singing and dancing for all!"
James was a bit hurt that she didn't mention Mr. Cheyenne Jackson, the lead actor in Xanadu, who had the gays and woman drooling in the aisles. Cheyenne has been in the forefront of Gay Actors who take on straight roles, including his recurring role on "30 Rock". And as for Johnathon Groff, WHO KNEW?! .
"As a longtime fan of Newsweek and as the actress currently starring opposite the incredibly talented (and sexy!) Sean Hayes in the Broadway revival of “Promises, Promises,” I was shocked on many levels to see Newsweek publishing Ramin Setoodeh’s horrendously homophobic “Straight Jacket,” which argues that gay actors are simply unfit to play straight. From where I stand, on stage, with Hayes, every night — I’ve observed nothing “wooden” or “weird” in his performance, nor have I noticed the seemingly unwieldy presence of a “pink elephant” in the Broadway Theater. (The Drama League, Outer Critics Circle and Tony members must have also missed that large animal when nominating Hayes’ performance for its highest honors this year.)
I’d normally keep silent on such matters and write such small-minded viewpoints off as perhaps a blip in common sense. But the offense I take to this article, and your decision to publish it, is not really even related to my profession or my work with Hayes or Jonathan Groff (also singled out in the article as too “queeny” to play “straight.”)
This article offends me because I am a human being, a woman and a Christian. For example, there was a time when Jewish actors had to change their names because anti-Semites thought no Jew could convincingly play Gentile. Setoodeh even goes so far as to justify his knee-jerk homophobic reaction to gay actors by accepting and endorsing that “as viewers, we are molded by a society obsessed with dissecting sexuality, starting with the locker room torture in junior high school.” Really? We want to maintain and proliferate the same kind of bullying that makes children cry and in some recent cases have even taken their own lives? That’s so sad, Newsweek! The examples he provides (what scientists call “selection bias”) to prove his “gays can’t play straight” hypothesis are sloppy in my opinion. Come on now!
Openly gay Groff is too “queeny” to play Lea Michelle’s boyfriend in GLEE, but is a “heartthrob” when he does it in Spring Awakening? Cynthia Nixon only “got away with it” ’cause she peaked before coming out? I don’t know if you’ve missed the giant Sex and the City movie posters, but it seems most of America is “buying it.” I could go on, but I assume these will be taken care of in your “Corrections” this week.
Similarly, thousands of people have traveled from all over the world to enjoy Hayes’ performance and don’t seem to have one single issue with his sexuality! They have no problem buying him as a love-torn heterosexual man. Audiences aren’t giving a darn about who a person is sleeping with or his personal life. Give me a break! We’re actors first, whether we’re playing prostitutes, baseball players, or the Lion King. Audiences come to theater to go on a journey. It’s a character and it’s called acting, and I’d put Hayes and his brilliance up there with some of the greatest actors period.
Lastly, as someone who’s been proudly advocating for equal rights and supporting GLBT causes for as long as I can remember, I know how much it means to young people struggling with their sexuality to see out & proud actors like Sean Hayes, Jonathan Groff, Neil Patrick Harris and Cynthia Nixon succeeding in their work without having to keep their sexuality a secret. No one needs to see a bigoted, factually inaccurate article that tells people who deviate from heterosexual norms that they can’t be open about who they are and still achieve their dreams. I am told on good authority that Mr. Setoodeh is a gay man himself and I would hope, as the author of this article, he would at least understand that. I encourage Newsweek to embrace stories which promote acceptance, love, unity and singing and dancing for all!"
James was a bit hurt that she didn't mention Mr. Cheyenne Jackson, the lead actor in Xanadu, who had the gays and woman drooling in the aisles. Cheyenne has been in the forefront of Gay Actors who take on straight roles, including his recurring role on "30 Rock". And as for Johnathon Groff, WHO KNEW?! .
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