!!A MIND'S EYE!!

2004-01-13T11:18:00.000-05:00

My-Not-So-Poetic-Bye-Bye-Blog-Poem

Blogging was NEAT
Blogging was FUN
I sure as hell enjoyed my run

My second adolescence
I always wanted
Is no longer absent
But loud and flaunted

I sang, I danced
I jumped around
But now it is time
To shut this shit down

I loved, I laughed
But that is all done
Now it's time for this cat
To move on

I may come back
In another way
Or I may just remember
My fun bloggin' days

2004-01-05T08:56:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year

OK. It's time. I'm taking a break from my blog. I'll be back sometime. And I'll probably be reading what you write. So, until then...

2003-12-29T15:08:00.000-05:00

2003

Basically, it flew. I blinked my eyes and the year was over. The year was filled with a lot of good for me. There were so many new endeavors with friends and family. As I review, I see how I'm blessed with so many things right now; and I look forward to watching them all grow in 2004.

I'm still enjoying my Holiday Season. I've organized my resolutions. All I have left to do is pack my bags and drive to Karen's farm in Charleston. Here we come 2004. Tamee, Vikee, Teena, Dale and Amy are fixin' to throw down on a horse farm.

See you other peeps on the flip side.

2003-12-21T17:21:00.000-05:00

Merry Christmas! To: Me. From: Me.

Great weekend, peeps. Filled with well-done parties. Fun conversation. Forced conversation. Old friends. New friends Pinot Noir. Mary Jane. Shopping [for myself, of course]. Marlboros. Impromptu dancing with my man. Great sex. No, wait. Amazing sex. Yep, several great sexes.

And that's all I need to say...

2003-12-18T17:33:00.000-05:00

Mazy Days

It is funny you say that. I've found myself moving more towards life's simple pleasures. I feel an overwhelming pull towards simplicity. It is so much more rewarding, at least for me.

I was catapulted into hibernation by the brutal flu, but I enjoyed the time it forced me to spend alone. I went inside my head to explore the things that were holding me back. I felt no need to rush to this party or that event. I'm exhausted with those things. I don't find the same solace in them I once did.

I look back at my resolutions for 2003. I made great strides in accomplishing some of the things on my list. I want to continue on the path of self-improvement. I want to take the things I learned and move to the next level. Not just personally, but also professionally. I have some immediate goals set that will help propel me in the right direction. I'm excited and nervous all at once.

It feels great to finally be making efforts and not focusing on the parts of my life that offer the least reward. I have the most amazing foundation. My partner. My true friends. My family. Myself. Now, it's time to continue to build.

2003-12-16T13:14:00.000-05:00

Holiday Madness

I'm in the midst of playing the world's biggest game of catch-up! I leave for New England next Tuesday and return on Saturday. I leave the following Tuesday for Charleston. This week is all I have to work, basically. I ran around town like mad yesterday. I did it again this morning. I think I can get it all done, but I'm just a little overwhelmed right now.

So, I'm back at it. I'll be back when possible.

2003-12-12T14:21:00.000-05:00

Grateful Nondead

I think I'm returning from the dead. Although, there were a couple of times I was ready to be with dead. The flu thing ain't no fun, especially this year. The sweats. The chills. The aches. The shivers. The spins. All of it spells misery. But I'm a trooper and decided not to kill myself. And today, I'm grateful for my decision.

I am also grateful for the things I learned about the talk show circuit this week. See, if you watch Ellen, The Wayne Brady Show, Sharon Osbourne, The View and The Today Show… you begin to see the same guests making appearances on each of the shows. They sing the same songs. They talk about the same things. They don the same fake smiles. It really makes people less real. Somehow, Katie and Ellen seem to be getting to the celebs first. People really want to talk to them. And maybe they are real with Katie and Ellen. They just duplicate their appearances for the lesser gods.

I am also grateful for the antibiotic my fine doctor gave me. Tamiflu. Yes, it is pronounced Tammy-Flu. The CDC knew Tamee was going to have the flu well in advance. They contacted Roche Pharmaceutical to manufacture a special drug for the specific type of flu I had. And you know what? It is really working some magic. Props to the CDC and Roche! It has even worked faster on Philip than me, but smarty-pants got a flu shot this year.

So, things are slowly returning to normal around my house. My weekend plans are still all shot to hell, but I'm just glad to be without a freakin' fever! PLEASE JUST DON'T MENTION THE NAMES TRISTA OR RYAN AGAIN!!!!

2003-12-11T11:12:00.000-05:00

Virus

Ugh. I'm alive. There have been several times I was ready to die this week. Today is the first day I've been able to get out of bed. Every report about the severity of the flu this year is an understatement. I think my fever may be breaking today, but I still feel like death.

I'll be back later. I'm going back to sleep.

2003-12-05T13:19:00.000-05:00

Dynamic Trio

My mood was SOUR yesterday. It didn't begin that way, but as the day progressed my mood digressed. My plans to chill with Bret were perfect. I spent the first thirty minutes bending Bret's ear. Complaining. Bitching. Moaning. Or maybe it was more like bombarding Bret.

Chris called and joined us. He arrived and echoed everything I said. He literally walked thru the door and almost repeated my rants. Immediately, we formed the Bitter Trio.

Our impromptu gathering turned to a room filled with bitching and venting and people feeling much better. It was too ironic. And just what the doctor ordered. Philip joined us after his work function. He wasn't bitter. So, he lightened the mood and we moved the party to Moe's and Joe's.

But I want to know... who knew Fosters, bitching, grilled chicken, friends and hot sex would do so much for a foul mood?!?!

2003-12-04T12:38:00.000-05:00

All I'm Sayin'

Monday night we purchased our tree. Tuesday night we pulled the decorations from the attic and placed the tree in the stand. Last night we trimmed our tree.

I did the lights this year. Sometimes the process of lights annoys me. Patience is a virtue; and sometimes I just don't have it. Wrapping each branch with lights drives me insane, but not so much this year. And I must say the lights turned out very well.

Our home is decorated for the Holidays and I love it. But what I love most is that I have such a wonderful person with whom I can share my Holidays.

A bottle of wine. A great dinner. An evening of silly conversation. Christmas music. Combined, it all makes me smile.

Happy Holidays!

2003-12-03T10:46:00.000-05:00

The word of the day is...

...rusticate. I'll use it in a sentence. It seems many people in the world are on a mission to rusticate. I think the fall of the dot.com economy was a catalyst in many lives. Actually, it was more than a catalyst. It was more like a force. I heard a story yesterday that confirmed this claim (at least in one life).

Mr. X was the President of a company. It was a software company funded by silly investors. Guess what? They went belly-up. Everyone was left without a job. And now, well... Mr. X is selling mortgages for mobile homes. And I'm not knocking it. I'm just saying that life is strange.

Yep, rusticate.

2003-12-01T11:59:00.000-05:00

C'mon now, let's all get on down

Here comes a quick ramble. I love holidays. Last week was much better than I anticipated. Parker and I had a great roadtrip. I spent ample time with my grandmother and other relatives. I slept a lot. I discovered my addiction, food, again!!! I did not work out ONCE! I returned to the A-T-L and blew it out on Saturday night, during which I finally met our friend cyberkenny. What a cute, nice guy! And his friend was quite the pretty little diva.

But now I'm home. Now it's Monday. And I am trying to do one million things at once. So, I'm off.

2003-11-24T17:48:00.000-05:00

My Thanksgiving Prayer

Dear Lord,

I pray my visit at Grandmother's will be relaxing and enjoyable. Please keep me free from the family drama that seems to ensue at each gathering.

Please help my sister to be gracious to my parents. And tell my brother to only encourage mature behavior from her! I know. I know. It is a lot to ask, but I promise to do my duty as the eldest.

And maybe you can keep Uncle Tim away from Thanksgiving Dinner this year. He really annoys me. He annoys even Grandmother. You know she deserves a break. But if not, give me enough patience to be cordial. And the graces to humor at least one of his mumbled stories.

Please help my mother not to be too emotional. She places so much emphasis on trying to make things perfect, rather than just enjoying how things are. I know that is a lot to ask, but I think together we can really work on it. I promise to do my part. I will be the perfect son save my sexuality.

Thanks for all of the great things in my life. I am richly blessed in so many ways. Most of all, please bring me home to Philip safely and unharmed.

Amen!

2003-11-24T13:51:00.000-05:00

Better Blogging Thru Pictures

2003-11-21T13:44:00.000-05:00

Too. Many. Drinks.

2003-11-20T16:07:00.000-05:00

Smiling Faces, Beautiful Places

Yep. So many smiling faces. Some ugly and some pretty. Very beautiful places, indeed. But what about the ugly places. What about the breeding ground for Jerry Springer guests? I think it is best summed up with a song. But it escapes me now.

So, why didn't we discuss this in our daily morning call? South of the Border?! God love that place and every baby conceived in the parking lot. Trailers? God love 'em. And every person who we knew living in them.

As I mentioned in your comments, Lori lived in a trailer. The first time she came to my house she met my mother. As we walked into our home she screamed, "I feel like I should be wearun' a formul gowun." My mother gave me a look of horror. That Lori... she was straight from the woods, but I loved her. Besides, her mom got great weed. I especially loved the time she told me, "them are bad," as she spoke of my shoes.

Tamee had to get out of Hartsville. She wanted a little more out of life.

2003-11-19T15:25:00.000-05:00

Beat it!

Beat what, Michael? What do you want me to beat? Or was Weird Al right? Maybe it is EAT IT. I mean, read the lyrics. A banana sounds pretty phallic to me. I think Weird Al knew the real story all of those years ago. The foods in his lyrics are simply metaphors for young boys. Story here!!!

2003-11-19T08:59:00.000-05:00

Happy Hump Day

Y'all, Tamee is happy today. She just wants to sing a song...

Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way

2003-11-18T15:32:00.000-05:00

I want to love you, PYT

This just in.

2003-11-18T09:27:00.000-05:00

Deep Thought

I was once married. Today would be my eight-year anniversary. Were it not for a divorce, none of you peeps would know Tamee or me. And Tamee and I would not know most of you.

Here are more. FYI, this is my favorite:

If you go flying back through time and you see somebody else flying forward into the future, it's probably best to avoid eye contact.

2003-11-17T16:19:00.000-05:00

The Weekend Report

First, it is safe to say: a good time was had by all!!! My peeps rocked Athens, even after I called it a night.

Next, I'm proud to report my sister found a home for all six of the puppies. I expected her to procrastinate until they were all five months old. I love being pleasantly surprised.

Finally, beards attract a lot of attention. I've never had so many people talk to me. Single guys: if you need attention... GROW A BEARD! I'm going to have to shave this thing soon.

2003-11-14T15:32:00.000-05:00

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

Oh to be carefree and 19! Actually, I like being careful and 31 better. My sister and her three housemates heard the news of the problems with overpopulation at the Fulton County Animal Shelter. They went yesterday to find a litter of six puppies. They are four-weeks old. Their mother was hit by a car. They are a cocker-spaniel mix, but look exactly like spaniel pups. Most are white with black.

If anyone in Atlanta has an interest, or knows someone with an interest, please email me and let me know. I'm out of town this weekend, but I'll check e-mail on Sunday.

2003-11-14T06:30:00.000-05:00

I HAD MORE FUN THAN YOU DID

Well… after a little sake, I drank scotch with KAK last night in Conyers at a Japanese Steak House. It was glam. Way glam. The bartender's name was Lou-bee. Yes, lube (but with a LONG E). As you can imagine, we had fun with the name. Of course, we only joked amongst ourselves.

We had more fun with the off-duty police officer who bought Lube Johnny Walker Blue Label @ $30 a pop. (Tamee had to have one too!) The occifer and Lube were old "friends." But we ran him off. He was afraid of three queens making a scene, I guess. Poor thing.

Luckily, his departure created a learning environment. The most interesting tidbit we learned was Lube lived in the back of the Japanese Steak House. Hmmmmm. I guess a you can hop on the Habachi Grill after dinner for a 'massage'. I think I saw something written on the specials board, but I’m not sure.

And the H-O-T Latin who cooked for us was another lovely piece of local color for Conyers. I thought the Smiling-Mighty-Jesus-Queen was going to jump across the grill and grab those arms. Seriously.

I swear... it happens every time I'm with Karen. Random. Whacked. Entertaining. Fun! I need her around more. Oh, where were YOU?

2003-11-13T13:26:00.000-05:00

NovemberLove

I love November.
I love cooler weather.
I love losing eight pounds.
I love growing a beard.
I love being so productive.
I love when Karen is in town.
I love Thursday.
I love Friday more.
I love Saturday even more.
I love Georgia Football games.
I love everyone who is joining us for the Georgia v. Auburn game this weekend.
I love the Holidays.
I love my beau.

Ooops. I'll shut up now.

2003-11-12T16:26:00.000-05:00

I See Interesting People

...in Atlanta, nonetheless. Last week I saw the cutest girl driving a Honda Civic hatchback. A sign was taped in her rear window, it read: Please be patient! I am learning to drive manual/stick shift. Thanks for your patience. I remember thinking to myself: Now there is a considerate person, who puts others first. I could learn so much from her simple act.

Today waiting in a reception area, I sat beside a GothGal. She donned her black this and her black that. In her hands she held a thick paperback novel. I'm always interested in what people are reading. Yes, yes... nosey. So, I glanced at the page and realized the text was in French. I felt so inept. Why can't I read a novel in another language? I felt an overwhelming desire to learn and expand.

I have an uncanny desire to learn right now. The Da Vinci Code is fiction, but is currently satiating my need for knowledge and entertainment. What next? What can I tackle next? I want more!!!

2003-11-11T11:19:00.000-05:00

Question

So, has anyone actually seen the 'sex video' of the girl who is named for a city in France/a Hotel chain? I don't want to type her actual name. I'm afraid Google would make me the destination of that search...

Back to my question. Has anyone seen it?

BY THE WAY, IT IS ELEVEN-ELEVEN ON ELEVEN-ELEVEN. MAKE A WISH.

2003-11-10T11:35:00.000-05:00

Four Days and Counting

Yes. We're back in the A-T-L. Or as I like to call it, the H-E Double L. But only for four days this time. And then. And then we're off to Athens for the Georgia/Auburn game.

Are you ready, Teena?

2003-11-07T08:36:00.000-05:00

On The Road Again

And we're off (on the seventh day of November-seven, my favorite number)!!! It is time for our Annual Lesbian Mountain Weekend. Next year I want to expand to two cabins. And make it a four-day weekend. And make it similar to the University of South Carolina's Kappa Sigma Mountain Weekend. But that is next year. And this is today. And we are almost ready to go. The groceries are packed. The booze is purchased. Our clothes are packed. The CDs are gathered. Gifts for the dykes include invisible playing cards and a CD.

Now, I need to bath the dogs. I need to get my hair did. And most of all, I need to get out of this freaking town. We'll be back Monday around lunch. Love, Love, Love!!!

2003-11-06T08:22:00.000-05:00

Ha!

All is well. I am busy and don't have much to share. So, go laugh.

2003-11-04T08:34:00.000-05:00

Here we are AGAIN

I know I keep threatening to join these ranks. Sometimes I feel my blog has become an obligation. Moreover, I feel it has become an obligation that keeps me from exploring other creative sides of myself.

In an effort to no longer neglect creativity, I began the 12-week program outlined in The Artist's Way this week. The morning pages really seem to get me flowing. I love the fact the pages are not read by anyone. I love the freedom to say anything unjudged. Mispelled. Grammatically incorrect. It is three pages of unadulturated words and emotions.

For now, I'm not abandoning my blog. I've been doing this for nearly three years. I just cannot promise for how long. There are other parts of me that are begging to grow. Simultaneously, there is something that pulls me back here. What is it? Is it the fact that somebody, somewhere is actually reading the crap I write? That must be part of it. It has to be.

If I appear to get even more slack in my efforts around here, you'll know why!

2003-11-03T10:09:00.000-05:00

Confused

I do not get it. It is Monday and I am fine; maybe last week's babble about Monday helped a little. Maybe I was OK when I woke and realized my dream was only a dream. I was sixteen. I was away at camp. It was a church camp. In order to go home, everyone had to perform in front of the entire camp. The performances were assigned.

I was assigned to be a clown/comedian. I had to dress up as a clown. That was freaky. I hate clowns. Actually, I do not think hate is a strong enough word. I sat dressed in a polka-dot clown suit and wrote my script. The subject of my act was sex. It was twisted, too.

I woke up at 4.45 and realized it was only a dream. Thank you, God! I don't think I'd ever dress up as a clown. Even if it meant I had to stay at church camp forever.

Happy Monday!

2003-10-31T14:05:00.000-05:00

HAPPY HALLOWEEN HOOKERS

It is sad, but true: this year I will not be donning a Halloween costume. There will be no Tamee. There will not be a visit from the American Idol Crew (scan down to the 11.04.2002 blog for the pic). There will be no Patsy and Edina. And there will be no porn stars. Nope. None at all. This year Philip and I will eat a fantastic dinner, carve pumpkins and hand out candy to the neighborhood brats. They love my house, because we buy the best candy!

In preparation for Philip's return from Tex-ass, I'm taking the afternoon to myself. I ensured I was off of the roads by 12.30. Today happens to be the worst day of the year for traffic in Atlanta. The signs on the freeways were flashing warnings yesterday that traffic would be awful from 2-7 this afternoon. Craziness.

All of you peeps who are roaming the darkness in fabulous costumes tonight... HAVE SOME FUN FOR ME. Now... I have to get back to prepping for dinner.

2003-10-30T08:42:00.000-05:00

Still Mad?

This whole Reverend Mr. Hate Man thing has me really angry. Yes, he's been around for a long time. Yes, I've heard his crap before. BUT It's the Matthew Shepard monument that bothers me now. AND I listened to this and it made me cringe. He sounds like an ignorant country preacher who balks at anyone with a halfway decent education; and calls them wordly. Please don't insult me!

My anger resulted in an e-mail to him yesterday. It was tasteful, but to the point. I used no profanity. His response made me more angry, because it was just filled with more hate. So, I replied this morning with:

I find your reference to my life's direction to be a joke. You know nothing about me. You know nothing about the direction in which I am headed. If you were making judgments on the Great Judgment Day, I would be concerned. However, you are not. The only one who knows my heart is God.

Instead of focusing so much on the web links you sent to me, maybe you should read the Bible in it's entirety. It would give you a few lessons on the difference between condoning behavior and accepting people. Of course, you cannot see anything through the HATE that clouds your eyes.

I wish you well. Moreover, I wish the hate that fills your ministry would subside.

On a side note, your grammar is horrible. It is the complete evidence of your lack of an education from any creditable seminary. You appeal to the uneducated and ill informed. You suck money from them to promote your hate. It is very sad.

By the way, his actual e-mail address is fredjr@godhatesfags.com. I think every church needs a domain name like his. Wow. The whole thing is pitiful. Even though the monument isn't going to happen as a result of the vote yesterday... someone still needs to stop this idiot. AND QUICKLY!!

2003-10-29T11:05:00.000-05:00

Pardon my French!

This makes me FUCKING sick!!! Please sign the petition!

If your anger makes you want to send messages directly to Fred Phelps, go for it: ghf@godhatesamerica.com

2003-10-29T10:11:00.000-05:00

Somebody's Gotta Do It

In her absence, I thought I could make a list. It may not be as interesting, but it is still a list...

*I love my brother and sister very much, but they are VERY loud guests.
*My dinner rocked. REALLY!
*I finally uploaded pictures from Laleh's visit and I love this one.
*Whoopi's new sitcom is absolutely hilarious.
*Will it end anytime soon?
*Is it Friday yet? I miss Philip!! I'm already planning our dinner and movies at home evening! It's all Halloweened Themed.
*Bret says he's having a party Saturday night. What will Tamee wear?!?!
*I refilled my water bottle from the gym yesterday... for today. I spent the whole time in the gym worried the employees thought I had stolen said water bottle without paying today. Is that crazy?

2003-10-28T13:53:00.000-05:00

The Day After Monday

Shew. It certainly is a shock to go from Sunday to Monday. I don't know why I haven't grown accustomed to it after thirty-one and one-quarter years. You would think it might get easier. I would think I'd know it was coming. I don't. [Almost] Every Monday I buckle-up for a bumpy ride. Yesterday wasn't so bad, but it was still Monday. And I was slowly moving through the LONG day.

Today, on the other hand, is fantastic. I worked out. I set up one zillion meetings. Since Philip is in Dallas, I've planned the dinner menu for my sibblings. And now I'm about to kick it into high gear for the rest of the afternoon.

Why can't I have this energy on Monday? I needed it yesterday. I wanted to do so many things, but my grumpy disposition left me to administrative bullshit. Is there some sort of Anti-Monday-Mood-Med?

2003-10-27T10:04:00.000-05:00

And? What?

It was a very low key weekend... INDEED. 28 Days Later is tripped out! Chilled out Saturday afternoons are nice. Early Saturday evenings are better. Rainy Sunday's and Bourbon-Chili Parties are great.

...and now it is Monday.

2003-10-24T14:32:00.000-04:00

Friday's Funny

Check this out... THANKS, JOEL.

2003-10-23T08:06:00.000-04:00

$$$

I have to take it out of my wallet. I would be in such good shape if I stopped using it so much. H-E-L-P. My solution is a quiet weekend of rented movies and home-cooked meals...

2003-10-22T13:22:00.000-04:00

...and we're gonna git married

God love Karen for this story. She called this week to share one of the most tragically hilarious wedding stories I have ever heard. Last weekend Karen hosted a shower for a friend who is getting married next month. After the shower, the girls went out for drinks in Camden, South Carolina.

Camden is not exactly the world's nightlife meca, so the choices were extremely limited. Their second venue was a dance club/bar called "Good Nights." Uh huh... you get the picture They pulled into the parking lot and noticed a purple Geo Prism that had Just Married written all over the car. Karen thought, "Hmmmm... this is an interesting place to come after your wedding."

When they walked inside they realized they had joined an OPEN wedding reception. The owner's son was married inside the bar and decided to have a reception there too. Paper wedding bells donned the club. Within minutes of their entrance into "Good Nights" the groom spanked the bride on the dance floor; The bride dirty danced with a patron/wedding guest in a wife-beater; AND three bridesmaids were aggressively grinding on the groom.

But that is not even the best of the story!! My two favorite parts of the story were the song choices Karen shared with me. The bride and groom's song was "You've lost that lovin' feeling." Hello? Do you listen to words? The last song was "Why don't we get drunk and screw?" KLASSY!

I wish I had stumbled into this scene with Karen. I probably would not have made it out alive, but I know I Karen and I would still be laughing together in the afterworld...

2003-10-20T13:01:00.000-04:00

random ramble

i'm going 100 mph today; and i'm in the best mood in WEEKS. i was driving through traffic en route to a meeting this morning and nearly wrecked. when i follow cars in traffic, i like to keep a safe distance between myself and the car in front of me. today i did not observe my personal rule. the SUV in front of me was obviously following a car too closely; i nearly hit him. i immediately created the coveted distance between myself and the road-hogging-SUV. i could see the traffic patern much more clearly. i darted into the blank spaces and blazed past everyone.

i started to think about people who follow others too closely in life. they miss blazing their own trail and a lot of amazing sites. so, watch out world... i 'm not following anyone closely anymore! if you won't get out of my way, i'll find another way around you.

on another note, happy 55th MOTHER. on another-another note, i want this wrapping paper... BUT NOT FOR MY MOTHER!

2003-10-16T09:22:00.000-04:00

The Truth

Dame Edna's performance was hilarious last night. I read to anticipate laughter once every thirty seconds. It was completely accurate. I wish I could recount the numerous times my side hurt from laughing; or the number of times my eyes were filled with tears from laughter. I think her jab at Arch Kennedy was one of my favorites. I don't know why... it just was!

2003-10-15T12:31:00.000-04:00

What's Going On

1. I'm alive.
2. I'm almost over this cold.
3. I had a great childhood reunion weekend.
4. I'm not inspired to blog, obviously.
5. I love today's weather.
6. I'm excited about tonight.
7. I'm playing in a tennis tournament on Friday.
8. I've sent both of my parents birthday presents.
9. I'm tired of coughing.
10. I don't have anything else to say.

2003-10-10T09:16:00.000-04:00

copycat

Since I'm not feeling a flood of words, and I'm lunching with her anyway, I thought I'd do a list TeenaStyle...

+Lift.
+Cardio.
+Hydroxycut.
+Protein.
+Avoid e-mails from the ex-con
+Get my hair did.
+Get my nails did.
+Redneck girls power lunch.
+Prepare for Amy and Nikki's arrival.
+Phone calls.
+Pots.
+Pans.
+Fantastic.

And that's about it. Have nice weekend.... ya' hear?

2003-10-07T16:38:00.000-04:00

Sweet Little Lies

Do you remember my short blurb about the ex-inmate-frat-bro? More dirt has surfaced in the pond of his life. He's actually plagiarizing Lewis Grizzard's old columns. Jefferson and I sent him an e-mail confronting the issue, but I have to say... I am in shock. I don't know why; but I am.

2003-10-07T08:18:00.000-04:00

Motivated

This is one of the most interesting stories! It is truly motivating for anyone who has a desire to write. It screams: JUST DO IT.

Things around my world are peachy...

2003-10-03T17:22:00.000-04:00

The children on the bus go up and down

Wait! Wait! Class. I wanted to give you the word of the day. I know it is after five o'clock on Friday. I know you've all gone home, but today's word is: FOG!

Have a nice weekend (and don't drink too much)!

2003-10-02T12:36:00.000-04:00

A Letter to the Editor

There are two letters I feel the need to write today. The first letter is to the editor of the Hartsville Messenger. It's a Small-South-Carolina-Town-Paper. They published an introduction to their new humor columnist, who happens to be a fraternity brother of mine. He also happens to be a fraternity brother recently released from federal prison. He also happens to be a compulsive liar. He also happened to be fired by two United States Senators for taking a little money from the office.

The second letter is to my lovely sister-girl, Teena. So, here they go:

Dear Editor,

Um, like, the introduction you published about ***** is a complete fabrication of lies. He didn't spend the last ten years working for the late Senator *** or the late Senator ***. He actually spent the last five years in federal prison for bank fraud. He did, however, work for both Senators prior to prison. He worked in each office for about six months... and then he got fired.

I just wanted you to know the truth.

Sincerely,

A concerned America

letter number two

Dear Teena,

I am glad to hear Halo is closed. I did not want to make a trip into that den of iniquity tonight. I was thinking we hit Sonic for dinner and then go four-wheelin'.

Yee Haw!

Love you more than I used to,

Tamee

Now, everybody go be good Americans (or whatever you are)! Just be honest. Just be you.

2003-10-01T18:10:00.000-04:00

R-E-A-D

I am reading the book that will soon earn the title of: MY FAVORITE BOOK. Megan gave me the copy for my birthday. And I just happened across my favorite two sentences (yet):

The boy remembered an old proverb from his country. It said the darkest hour of the night came just before the dawn.

Even though the context in which it was written is not included, I think the short paragraph is still incredible.

2003-09-30T14:44:00.000-04:00

Now this article is normal... FOR THE STATE OF ALABAMA

Alabama man threatens to kill son after Tide loss
The Associated Press

PINSON, Ala., -- A Pinson man was charged with attempted murder for holding a gun to his son's head and pulling the trigger in the midst of a tantrum after Alabama's double overtime loss to Arkansas Saturday, authorities said.

The bullet narrowly missed 20-year-old Seth Logan, who said he picked the wrong time to ask his dad for a car, sheriff's spokesman Deputy Randy Christian said Monday.

Joseph Alan Logan, 46, surrendered to police Saturday and was charged with attempted murder and domestic violence. He was released from the Jefferson County jail Sunday on $7,500 bond.

"I know we take football serious in the South," Christian told The Birmingham News for a Tuesday story, "but that's crossing the line."

The request upset Joseph Logan because his son has already wrecked several vehicles, Logan told investigators.

"He claimed he was just trying to scare his son," Christian said.

According to the police report, Joseph Logan had been drinking alcohol and began slamming doors, tossing boxes and throwing dishes in the sink after the Crimson Tide lost its football game to Arkansas, 34-31 in double overtime, Saturday.

While Joseph Logan was throwing the tantrum, Seth Logan asked for a new car.

Joseph Logan then retrieved a 9 mm pistol from his car, grabbed his son by the collar and pressed the gun to his son's forehead, the report said.

Logan threatened to shoot his son in the head, then pulled the trigger.

Seth Logan moved his head just as his father fired and the bullet whizzed past him, the report said.

Seth Logan fled to a neighbor's house to call police. He told police his ear was numb and his head ringing, but he was OK.

Sheriff's authorities called the SWAT team after discovering the armed father still had a 13-year-old son in the house with him.

Joseph Alan Logan walked out of the house with the other son and turned himself in to police just before the SWAT team arrived, Christian said.

2003-09-29T11:14:00.000-04:00

Queer Eye for the Straight Girl

Tamee and Vikee spent the weekend outside of Charleston decoratin' for Karen (a.k.a. Candee). That trailer was a mess when them girls got to South Carolina, but by the end of the weekend we even had the nicotine stains off of the Levolors.

Seriously, Candee's pad is rockin'. Her porch overlooks horse pastures and the Wando River Marshlands. Tamee and Vikee didn't get to enjoy the farm, because they worked from 8 am to 9 pm on Saturday. And continued Sunday from 8 am to NOON. Lord. Tamee needs a NAP. Her whole body aches.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a Wal Mart near the trailer park. I'm sure there will be soon.

2003-09-26T08:40:00.000-04:00

Who Am I To Disagree?

I meant to e-mail Liz yesterday to see how her birthday party went. I actually meant to e-mail her all week. I've been slammed and forgot.

I also meant to e-mail Danielle. I saw her Wednesday night and she looks so cute pregnant. I wanted to let her know. I forgot that too. Sorry, Dani.

Instead it all came together in my dream. I dreamt Liz was pregnant. She also had four kids. They all belonged to Greg. However, she was not the mom. Don't ask! She was really the grandmother. I don't get it either! The rest is a blur, but it was all so strange.

See, Rodney... you're not the only one with strange dreams lately. I gotta get outta here. I'm off to Charleston.

2003-09-25T12:51:00.000-04:00

Rock the Vote

Blah, blah, blah. Get out of the way and make room for a viable candidate. Seriously!

2003-09-24T09:18:00.000-04:00

new music

FYI, Seal's new CD is amazing...

2003-09-23T09:21:00.000-04:00

On the road again

Ok. Ok. I spent a weekend in Atlanta. It was great, but I'm ready to leave town again. We're off to Charleston this weekend. The weekends of October 4 and October 25 will be in Athens cheering for the Georgia Bulldogs. The weekend of November 7 we'll be in the North Georgia Mountains. That's good. I'm not feeling so trapped in this town now.

Is it Friday yet? I love roadtrips in the fall. I love autumn period.

2003-09-20T14:06:00.000-04:00

Lovely Lady

We have the unique privledge of housing Bret's bestfriend (and my dear friend) Laleh this weekend. Her arrival was delayed by Isabel on Thursday, but the moment I laid eyes on her the fun began. She's one of those amazing people that has the most grounding and centering affects on me. So far the visit has included fantastic meals, unbeatable conversation, warm comforting smiles and a very controlled afternoon of shopping.

In the tradition of Friday, we sat on our deck last night. We spun my new CDs, all of which are killer. We danced. We laughed. Some were missed.

Time to gear up for her 35th Birthday Celebration TONIGHT. It is also time to start planning next summer's vacation. It seems a trip to visit John and Laleh in Edinburgh for Festival is in order. *grin*

2003-09-17T15:53:00.000-04:00

Sixth Sense

I see a crazy person! I got an e-mail from a crazy person. Someone needs to be locked into a mental ward. Someone SCARES ME.

2003-09-17T13:15:00.000-04:00

Hey, YOU!

I had an awesome jog home from the gym this morning. Right before I left the gym I saw you coming out of the locker room. I went out the front door and started down Ponce Place. Thank God the guy who works on his car and smokes in his driveway every morning was not out today. He always tries to strike up a conversation as I pass.

I turned up Virginia and passed the same two fat guys I pass every morning. They always look like they're about to fall over. Keep runnin' and stop eatin', tubby! And then I saw a middle school girl hop out of her family van. She was angry about something. I could tell by the way she slammed the door. Of course, if that man were my father... I'd be angry too.

My turn onto North Highland brought more adventure. I passed a mob of beautiful women. Courteous drivers allowed me to run through crosswalks before they attempted to drive forward. Obviously, they are people who live in town! I saw the perfect decorative pillows in Delaware Trading Company for our bed. The smell of Alon's tempted me to destroy the efforts of my workout. I saw a pair of paintings in Modern Primitive that I really want. And then, it happened. A rude driver from Cobb County nearly hit me in an intersection before I turned onto Lenox. Stupid FUCKER!

Lenox Road is usually the most boring part of my run. There are never any interesting events, but today was different. The gay man in the Miata did not need the rainbow sticker on the back. We already knew you were gay, honey! The gay doctor who was ogling me changed his tune when he realized who I was. Hey older man! I'm married. I heard a horn blow and LORD HAVE MERCY it was Sssssssstrip! He passes me often on the way to work

At the end of Lenox Road I was greeted by an elder gentleman. We exchanged a few quick pleasantries about the weather. And then it hit me; there are so many similarities between gay men and older men. We just know so much more than our younger, straighter counterparts. FO' REAL! I made it to the crosswalk on Cheshire Bridge and almost had another thing in common with the older man: being closer to death. The idiot in his leased BMW forgot to yield to the pedestrian. Hmmmmmm. Stupid FUCKER!

2003-09-16T13:34:00.000-04:00

I think your daisy dukes are REAL classy!

I received an invitation to a wedding this afternoon. I do not know the bride well; and I have never met the groom. So, I found the receipt of an invitation STRANGE! I guess someone needs an extra stem of crystal or something. Hmmmm.

We have plans on the day of the wedding. In an attempt to RSVP promptly, I filled out the card. As I sealed the self-addressed envelope I noticed there was no stamp. I'm not trying to be mean, but I'm trying to be mean here. Come on. It is only correct to stamp the envelope. Now I don't feel an obligation to respond or attend.

If I were attending, I think I would go as Tamee. She would fit in better than Walt anyway...

2003-09-15T13:30:00.000-04:00

one more try

I knew sending my regrets to the wedding would have negative results. I just couldn't make it. I was busy in Florida at a conference.

Let's see if I can mend this situation.

2003-09-09T18:55:00.000-04:00

Fifty Things I Miss About Provincetown

I miss our house.
I miss the front porch.
I miss our view.
I miss the bikes.
I miss the Boatslip.
I miss the Lobster Pot.
I miss the new friends.
I miss time with old friends.
I miss good drag.
I miss bad drag.
I miss hat parties.
I miss meeting Carson.
I miss him telling me that my hat was fabulous.
I miss dancing.
I miss laughing.
I miss Joelene LAUGHING.
I miss P'twon.
I miss Jeannine.
I miss Tamee.
I miss Bret's friend with piercings.
I miss dancing with Brad.
I miss trying to find Russ.
I miss MESSES.
I miss the sun.
I miss the rain.
I miss the screwy brakes on my bike.
I miss hauling beer on the back of my bike.
I miss packs of cigarettes that costs $5.00.
I miss bike trails.
I miss our blue bedroom.
I miss the view from our blue bedroom.
I miss waiting in line for the shower.
I miss waiting in line for the toilet.
I miss meeting new people.
I miss the Atlanta Crew.
I miss our drag bbq.
I miss the A-House.
I miss the evening air.
I miss shopping.
I miss the breeze.
I miss naps.
I miss everyone in our house.
I miss climbing Pilgrim Monument.
I miss the view from the top.
I miss watching waves.
I miss riding to the grocery store in the rain.
I miss Su and Jill arriving.
I miss watching my man in the sun.
I miss the beautiful tree.
I miss the smell of the air.

2003-09-09T12:03:00.000-04:00

linky link

My friend Megan sent me this link... check it out.

2003-09-08T08:20:00.000-04:00

Hey P'Town

I do not have time to adequately describe my amazing vacation this morning. I will have to do it later this week... before I head to Florida. I do, however, have to say it was more fun than I imagined. I even woke up to a P'Town inspired dream this morning. The entire dream was about Philip and myself riding bikes around my office. We were racing up and down hallways... LAUGHING.

That's not such a bad way to go back to work, now is it?!

2003-08-28T15:28:00.000-04:00

Ok, peeps. The gang is off for holiday on the cape. I've been like a child before Christmas (or Hanuakah or WHATEVER). This reprieve promises to be the most cathartic of many. Hold it down for me. I'll leave you with this...

Holiday (Celebrate)
Madonna

Holiday Celebrate
Holiday Celebrate

Chorus:

If we took a holiday
Took some time to celebrate
Just one day out of life
It would be, it would be so nice

Everybody spread the word
We're gonna have a celebration
All across the world
In every nation
It's time for the good times
Forget about the bad times, oh yeah
One day to come together
To release the pressure
We need a holiday

(chorus)

You can turn this world around
And bring back all of those happy days
Put your troubles down
It's time to celebrate
Let love shine
And we will find
A way to come together
And make things better
We need a holiday

(chorus)

Holiday Celebrate
Holiday Celebrate

(chorus)

Holiday Celebrate
Holiday Celebrate

Holiday, Celebration
Come together in every nation

2003-08-26T19:32:00.000-04:00

??Can Money Buy Happiness??

A recent study at the University of Southern California concluded that Money Cannot Buy Happiness. The study looked at the same 1,500 people over three decades. Generally, no one was happier with more money.

Well, duh! They were thirty years older! More money won't make me happier in thirty years, it will make me happier NOW!

2003-08-26T13:49:00.000-04:00

Let's try

I'm so ADD this week, that I do not think I can possibly focus on a cohesive blog. I can write a sentence here. A fragment here. Another here. The only thing I can actually focus on is my vacation. P'town. P'town. P'town. Tamee ain't never been, but Lawrd have Mercy, y'all... she's fixin' to.

2003-08-25T11:16:00.000-04:00

Good

Stevie Nicks makes me happy.

Friday begins vacation in P'town.

Smiles. Smiles. Smiles.

Buh-bye to those 8 pounds.

My new job makes me happy.

I LOOOOOOVE my man.

My friends ROCK.

I have no complaints, except for my $2,000 American Express bill. Oooops!

Smiles. Smiles. Smiles.

2003-08-21T12:47:00.000-04:00

Get Your Good Mood Here

K-Mart was having a BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL on good moods today, so I bought one. And you know what? It feels pretty damn good after the last few weeks.

Yesterday I was sooooooo crabby. I made a late afternoon trip to Michael's and bought supplies. I came home and began making gifts for everyone who is in our house in P'town. I think stepping out of myself for just a few minutes enabled me to see the blue light flashing at K-Mart.

So, here I am. Silly. In the most decent mood of weeks. I hope it sticks. Now, if I can just fight my urge for one of these.

2003-08-19T08:57:00.000-04:00

Hey Big Brother

Neat. I hate privacy anyway.

2003-08-16T08:54:00.000-04:00

The Truth Will Set Me Free

Has my blatant disconnection with the world been overly obvious of late? It must. I cannot even begin to describe where I've been emotionally, but I do know it got a lonely and dark at times. To compound the situation, I wanted to be alone.

I cannot determine exactly where it began, but it did. And it grew. For some strange, neurotic reason I was suddenly consumed with an overwhelming fear of death. I thought of it constantly. It scared me. It controlled me. My attempts to control it were all futile.

I have employed two methods of avoiding/dealing with whatever-the-fuck my problem was. The first was to casually close out those who were close to me. It was not blatant. It was not malicious. I just did not want to discuss my psychosis. So, I kept each relationship at bay. It was not so far that we lost touch or kinship, but it was close enough for me to feel comfortable.

My second coping method was found in substances. Primarily the bottle. When I found myself in a situation that required me to engage with people, I made myself disgustingly drunk and obnoxious. Who will make an attempt to get close to that? Yep, that was a great idea. It really worked.

So, there I was in my safe haven I created. Alone. Amidst blackouts. Making my partner feel neglected. Making myself feel worthless. And something clicked. Ironically, it came from the lips of my Philip. It opened my eyes to the very unhealthy situation I've created. Mostly, it made me thankful to have someone who loves me enough to be honest with me.

Simultaneously, there has been a resurgence of friends from my past. Namely, Sheri and Megan. Sheri was my closest friend in high school. Megan is one of the coolest people I know. She has an amazing knack for listening and understanding. These two (directly and indirectly) have painted a picture of me, FOR ME.

One statement led to a flood of realizations; and I'm just in the beginning of dealing with this crap. I'm calling my therapist Monday. I have not seen her in two years, but GOOD GOD... that lady can screw my head on straight every single time. Clear a place for me on the sofa... and make sure you're ready to listen.

2003-08-14T12:28:00.000-04:00

Connecting

I'm all about connecting with my past. Dinner with Sheri was a visit-cum-laughter. As usual, we picked up where we ended. A beat not skipped. A few years further into this journey. Both handling our lives well. She's handled her diagnosis with MS amazingly. It is really cool to see. I love my Sheri. A repeat visit is planned tonight.

Uh huh.

2003-08-13T13:35:00.000-04:00

Dear Mom,

Please take a few deep breaths. Please do not take everything so personally. Please.

Love,

Me

2003-08-11T17:54:00.000-04:00

Dear Blog,

I'm not mad at you. I'm not intentionally neglecting you. I'm just really busy lately. Hunter was in town last week. It was our first visit since Germany last Summer. My brother moved to Atlanta over the weekend. I moved my sister last weekend. I hosted a birthday brunch for one of my favorite people on Sunday. I've just been really busy. Really busy. Busy.

I've also been taking time to myself. It is time needed. I'm well. Everything is great. I'm just trying to organize, evaluate and reorganize my life. Philip and I are going to start painting the kitchen, the sunroom and our bathroom over the next few weeks. We want some changes at home, besides a hole in the backyard. So, this is how it will be done.

I hope you're well. I'm sure you are.

xo,

Me

2003-08-05T11:18:00.000-04:00

Puh-lease

Funny, the allegations came just in time for the vote. Imagine that!!!

2003-08-01T11:08:00.000-04:00

FamSlammed

Saturday: Move Parker into her new house.
Thursday: Entertain my cousin Hunter for an evening.
Sunday: My brother arrives permanently in Atlanta.
Sunday: Mom arrives to help the sibblings settle.

2003-07-31T10:35:00.000-04:00

This

This is not shocking. What do you expect?

This is how I feel. William Hartsfield was the one who was instrumental in the airport being placed in the A-T-L. Maynard Jackson is the one who got the TGI Friday's in Concourse A. Hmmmm.

This will make the weekend more fun and interesting! I'm trying to think of what I want to buy.

2003-07-29T14:35:00.000-04:00

Extra, Extra

Glory holes for everyone! Call me a pessimist, but I think the idea of an All-Gay High School is counter-productive and obnoxious. Aren't gay people isolated enough? It is so unrealistic to think you can live in a world that consists of only gay people. Sure, the idea of personal freedom in high school sounds great. But... how are you really preparing yourself for the real world? And... wouldn't the entire school be an excellent target for hate crimes?

They are just questions!

2003-07-28T11:31:00.000-04:00

Home

After a very relaxing weekend, I am home. I cannot remember the last birthday I enjoyed as much as THREE-ONE! On my actual birthday we fished in the bay. Saturday we boated to Tangier Island. The island was inhabited in the 1700s by fishermen. The ancestors of these people still subside there. It was really like stepping into another world. They have a very distinct accent. Their lives are so simple and interesting. The rest of the weekend Philip and I got our asses kicked in the Spades-Match-From-Hell! I honestly thought we played the game well... until now.

The weekend fueled my desire to own a mountain/lake retreat. I need a place to regroup like that. I've started putting together a mental plan of action. First, we must get the pool put in the backyard. After that... a retreat. A very quiet, secluded cabin.

Off to be productive...

2003-07-24T10:06:00.000-04:00

Happy Birthday Eve

happy birthday eve to me
happy birthday eve to me
happy birthday eve dear meeeeeeeeeeee
happy birthday eve to me

bye, gone to virginia....

2003-07-23T08:54:00.000-04:00

Parlez-Vous Français?

Through a random chain of events, I've reconnected with my High School French Teacher via email. She is in her early fifties and retired five years ago. She started a Travel Business and spends her time jet-setting. In her last email she gave me the details of her whereabouts for the last three months. I wish my last three months involved stops in Spain, Italy and Scotland.

Most people would know what was happening in their hometown, but my parents moved from that town after my high school graduation. I've been back once in the last thirteen years. Basically, I know nothing about most people from my childhood. For the most part, I would like to keep it that way. I did not like most of those people.

However, It is nice to reconnect with a person I enjoyed. I think Mrs. Newsome knew Walt, before Walt knew Walt. In my last reply I was completely open about my life. I know she will accept my sexuality; it will make her want to see me more.

I remember when we studied French words used in the English language. She made it so much fun. The first day she used the word menage-trois. The conversation followed...

Stupid Jock: Um, whuuuatsthat?
Mrs. Newsome: It's when three people have sex. You know... three girls, three guys, a guy and two girls.
Prissy Cheerleader: How do two girls do it?
Mrs. Newsome (sticks out her tongue and says): With their tongues!!!
Prissy Cheerleader and most of the class: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!

I laughed. Mrs. Newsome looked at me and winked. I loved her. I mean really loved her.

2003-07-21T20:59:00.000-04:00

blue, blue, blue

blue. it is absolutely, unequivocally my favorite color. i lurv it. when philip and i started dating he gave me a blue piece of pottery and a blue neclace on his trip to spain; that was the first birthday. last year he gave me a blue blown glass bowl. this year i got one of su's blue paintings (my FAVORITE ONE).

i lurrrrrrvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv blue.

2003-07-21T14:08:00.000-04:00

Monday's Blog

Coming off of a full and complete weekend can either be depressing or it can be great. Today it is great. My beach blanket bingo birthday bash was entirely too much fun. I was acutely aware of the fantastic people who are my friends. I love them all. Thanks to everyone for being there.

Yesterday I was completely lazy. I pretended Atlanta was covered with rain. I stayed inside, watched movies and kept telephone conversations to a minimum. It was a little 'me-day' and I LOVED it.

This week promises to move quickly. We head out to Rick's place on the James River Thursday. Friday is my actual 31st. Woo Hoo.

Happy Monday! (and thanks to my wonderful friends for loving me)

2003-07-18T09:34:00.000-04:00

It was just a normal Friday morning...

The sun was not out yet, but Liz sent sunshine my way this morning. She sent an instant message to determine if my birthday was this Friday or next. I told her next, but she was still the first to wish my a Happy 31st. Our conversation jumped from a wacky dream to plant killing cats to cleaning. We finally created a plan.

Liz is going to transform Tamee and Teena into French Maids, but not just ordinary French Maids... Fancy French Maids. Liz decided the country whores would change our names to Teéna-Marie, and Tamé. Hmmmm?

Ok. Speaking of Teena and Tamee... Aren't they going to P'town in Forty-two days? Time to go shopping...

2003-07-17T14:24:00.000-04:00

pray, pray, pray

My favorite Talk Radio Show announces what Pat Robertson is praying for from time-to-time. I heard this on Tuesday. It still makes me laugh. This makes me laugh too. FYI, he's also praying for DC to get another baseball team. Oh, oh, oh... the important and logical.

By the way, my face time on the news today was horrible. I was looking everywhere except for ahead. What was that all about?! I must go erase this video tape, before John Brown gets his hands on it.

2003-07-17T09:33:00.000-04:00

Say it again, please

Great, great, great, great, great, great day... PEOPLE! I lifted for forty-five minutes and ran home from the gym. I took a longer route this morning, which means I ran about five miles. I feel great. Great. Great. Great. Forty-three more days of making money and losing weight. Forty-three days of not rushing through life. Forty-three days. Forty-three days. So, I just want to say I feel great.

As I ran home from the gym today, I saw a news crew working on a report. It was about pedestrians in crosswalks. This is a hot, hot, hot button with me. Especially since the crosswalk near my house is routinely ignored. I decided to applaud the work of the volunteers and the reporter. As a result, they interviewed me. I'll be on Channel 46 at noon today. Oh Lort. Sweaty.

2003-07-15T15:32:00.000-04:00

Georgia

We're not all rednecks here...

2003-07-15T08:46:00.000-04:00

Babble and stuff

Philip took his entire group to Six Flags for a 'team building' day yesterday. We decided to meet after they finished and be kids for an evening. We rode every roller coaster, except one. It broke down a few times yesterday; that was enough of a deterrent for me.

I thought about the similarities between my approach to life and my approach to the rides. They are:

I anxiously wait in line.
I get on the ride.
I spend the entire time wondering what comes next.
It ends.
I'm left wanting more, because I never just enjoyed where I was.

I have been rushing through life, like I am waiting for a ride. I have been spending entirely too much time wondering what comes next, rather than just enjoying what is happening now. I have completely forgotten that life IS the ride. One. Step. At. A. Time. I said these words on the way home from the gym. Take. It. Easy. I have been acting like my 71st birthday is next Friday, instead of my 31st.

It seems so simple, but I keep getting caught up with 'where I should be'... and not WHERE I ALREADY AM. So, I am starting a little exercise. I refuse to be excited about my vacation as I wait for the next forty-five days. I will wake each day and be thankful for an additional 24 hours to make money and lose weight. HA!

2003-07-14T08:44:00.000-04:00

Here it is

OK, Folks. 46 days until P'town. FYI, I'll be Making Money and Losing Weight between now and our departure...

2003-07-11T08:32:00.000-04:00

Sometimes

From time to time a simple event will evoke a flood of positive energy within me. Last night I watched a film I neglected for months. I cannot believe I read the book and heard the hype, but continued to neglect watching it myself. Maybe it is because most often a book-to-movie is not so well done. This, however, was very well done.

Philip and I sat in silence after the film. I thought about the many parts of myself I've neglected. I thought about how quickly life moves. I pondered the importance of being true to yourself.

In conjunction with this, yesterday I was reminded of how quickly things change. Philip and I actually passed the exact spot where the tree fell as the storm began last night. Five minutes. That was the difference between my life and their lives. I knew it was a violent storm the moment I heard the first roar of thunder.

I also know it is time to start listening to myself. It's time to unleash good...

2003-07-08T11:02:00.000-04:00

Back In Time

I am sorry... is it 1953? I cannot believe Mike Savage. I don't even know what to say. I guess: Thanks MSNBC!!!!

2003-07-06T10:15:00.000-04:00

littlebrother

Yesterday happened to be one of my favorite days in a very long time. My brother arrived with a mess of live lobster in tow; he caught them all lobstering off of the coast of New Hampshire. The morning rain quickly altered our plan. The phone calls resulted in an afternoon at Trey's with some of my favorite people. It bled into an evening of even more of my peeps feasting on some surf n' turf at our home.

My younger brother is not so young anymore. I've always thought he rocked, but I saw that he's really come into his own. I remember that happening somewhere around 28 too. The whole day made me even more anxious for his impending move to Dixie. He spent a large portion of the evening cooking lobstah for the crew. It was deeeeeeeeeeee-lish-ous. I hope you received the message to join us at my house.

As people filtered out we tried to conjure up some fun for Matt. Trey, Megan, Philip, Matt and I made a trip up Cheshire Bridge to The Chamber. It was my maiden voyage; Matt's as well. When we walked in I thought I had gone through a secret tunnel to an Underground Club in London. The music was the best I've ever heard in this town. The scene was new, which is always a bonus. Since none of us had our face all pierced, nor body super tatted, we were the minority... but I never felt it.

The combination of scotch and a ritalin gave some of us the perfect energy and buzz for gettin' our funk on. So we did. And we did. And we did again. And then I watched Matt take it all in. He was not shocked, but it certainly grabbed a large portion of his attention.

Around 1.30 our crew was diffusing. We ran Trey home and came back to our house. Of course, Philip wanted to dance more. And me? Oh yes. So the two of us went back and grooved until 3. I have not benefited from such ample personal space on a dance floor since I attempted to make an off night an on night. And well, that's been a little while. Just to clarify, last night was on. I cannot remember the last time I had so much fun dancing with my man. Flirting. Laughing. And, um, well... we was kickin' it.

So about this morning... I'm up. I'm slightly exhausted. But I could vision the disaster in my kitchen and patio from the comfort of bed. Can I tell you? My vision was too kind. I had to attack it. And I need to finish it now, but I'll be back. It just won't be today. I'm tasked with finishing my favorite weekend of the summer.

2003-07-05T09:52:00.000-04:00

Saturday...

Water flowers: check.
Water garden: check.
Sweep front walkway: check.
Pack for Lake Lanier: check.
Organize canine responsibilities: check.
Make bed: check.
Gather booze: check.
Gather green: check.
Burn CD: check.
Blog: check.
Laugh my ASS OFF: check. (props to GPB)
Shower: next.
Fetch brother from the airport: after the shower.

2003-07-04T11:47:00.000-04:00

miss independent

Dear America,

Just because I have not motivated does not mean I forgot. It does mean I had too much fun last night. When Philip returns we plan to chill until the bash at JJ's tonight. Until then I want to say:

Happy Birthday, America!

I hope you understand.

Sincerely,

Me

2003-07-02T11:47:00.000-04:00

uh huh

Will he really get a fair trial? I don't think he would get a fair trial if it were held as far away as Kansas. Please.

2003-07-01T12:46:00.000-04:00

So, I says to myself...

Blah, blah, blah.
Rain, rain, rain.
AGAIN!

Pride was so proud. I, on the other hand, was a little disgusted. I just kept asking myself, "Why are some of these people so proud?" There were two things I also asked myself at the parade. Was I uninterested or was IT uninteresting? I think it was a little of both, but that is ok. I had my friends near; and we all had our own fun.

This week is short and not a complaint is heard from me. I think we're going back to the lake on Thursday night. My brother comes in on Saturday to spend two nights with us. He's actually being offered a position to manage the Atlanta market for his company, who is headquarted an hour east of here. Frightening: all three of us in the same state again. I suggest everyone duck for cover.

Are you still coming to ATL?

2003-06-30T10:50:00.000-04:00

another loss

Katharine Hepburn moves on at 96...

2003-06-27T09:21:00.000-04:00

whataweek

This week was chocked full of events. Drama. Stalking. Death. Death. Death. And yet another death. I have kicked major ass at work. I have lost eight pounds in the last two weeks. P'town, people. P'town. Just ask Missy. I lunched with Danielle, who happens to be one of the sweetest people I know. Philip and I chatted about you last night, D. You're going to be the best Mother. Trust.

So now it is time for us to get our hair did and enjoy a Friday afternoon of no work. I swear these storms are threatening to hinder our weekend of fun on Lake Lanier. I, however, refuse to let that happen. Even if it means dragging Philip by his ears up to the lake. I will do it. Especially after our grocery store trip last night. We have enough food for every person who has ever read my blog.

Rain. Shine. Whatever. I'm going to enjoy my weekend, as much as Beyonce enjoyed being on the Today Show's stage this morning. I must say... she is quite the entertainer. She is the evolution of a woman. Uh huh!

I'm a faggot, you're a faggot... wouldn't you like to be a faggot too?

Y'all... GO BE GAY. REAL GAY. I MEAN REALLY, REALLY GAY. IT'S PRIDE!!!!!!!

2003-06-26T18:39:00.000-04:00

In the great words of Gary Coleman...

"Those who come from the sea, must return to the sea." I remember the episode well. Arnold flushed his dead fish down the toilet and called those words. Now, I must say good-bye to Phat Beau Emmit. He was the coolest Beta Fish I've known. He swam and never argued. He never got angry when I didn't take him on walks. He never complained if we were up too late. He just was.

Bye Phat Beau Emmit. First, Maynard Jackson. Then, Lester Maddox. And now... PHAT BEAU EMMIT.

**I'm sick. I'm having fun calling people and pretending I am crying... LORT! FREAK.

2003-06-26T11:13:00.000-04:00

For She's a Jolly Good Fellow

Let's give three shouts for Pollyana Pride! That's it. We're coming back from the lake with A MISSION...

We're gonna show our Pride!

2003-06-24T11:20:00.000-04:00

*sigh*

i'm still exhausted from the events of the weekend. sunday night the police called to inform us parker's stalker attacked him. he was arrested and parker needed to identify him. philip and parker went to virginia highland. it was him. he was foaming at the mouth and rocking in the back seat of the police car. he also had drugs on him. he's in jail now. his threats to rape, attack and harm my sister will sit with him behind bars. his home behind the dumpster does not pose a threat today. the whole situation was eye-opening. i'm considering giving my sister my dog for additional protection in her new house. we're also going to take a self-defense class together when she returns from her fourth of july trip.

don't fuck with my sister. don't fuck with me. and don't piss me off.