Baby Jane?

So I had a "What Ever Happened to Baby Jane" moment today.

I was walking down the street and a handsome young man was walking behind me keeping time with my steps. We were only a foot apart from one another. Both of us were exchanging glances as start-crossed lover do. We got to a cross walk and had to wait for the light. There we were right next to each other I could feel the heat coming off him. The light said cross so I waited, I thought to myself "This time I'll walk behind him and make sure he's looking at me" Thus I waited a foot behind, he only glanced back once. I decided to real show my feathers and started my "Men-can't keep their paws off" strut and as I was flaunting myself down the street, I noticed a bunch of glass windows coming up. Again I thought how he will look in the glass to see the reflection of me behind him. So I REALLY turned it on. When we got to the window, I looked ahead at his handsome reflection and he didn't turn at all. Suddenly I saw in the window, not a cute young blond, 125 pound kid with a toothy grin. I saw ME, yes ME as I am TODAY

If you have ever seen 'What ever happened to Baby Jane" you know what happened next. No longer did "Baby Ben" look back out the window at me but I saw MYSELF. Those high-boned cheeks were all filled out. There were a few faint lines around the eyes. That toothy grin looked like a mouth full of piano keys, some missing, and most yellow. I saw that the skinny kid was now fighting a "muffin top" above his out-of-date pants. That once famous hair was cut in a conservative doo, based on economics and maintenance, rather then style. "HOW did this happen" I yelled, and just like Bettie Davis I charged towards the reflection!. Thank God I stopped myself from breaking the window. "What kind of a sick joke is this?" I screamed. Passers by look on and mumbled. "What Happened?"

I regained myself, pulled my sweater over the "muffin top", and adjusted my coat, ran my lanky-awkward fingers through my cheap haircut and started to walk, "muffin top" held high. Needless to say amongst the screaming terrors and "letters to Daddy" my handsome fox disappeared, never to bee seen again.

"The world took pity on Norma Desmond, the dream she clung onto fo so long had finally unfolded her"

Portest or a joke?

Does anybody think getting the police all worked up is going to solve anything. Screaming threats at cops and stopping traffic probably is not sending the right message. If you have an issue, why cant something bold and peace full be done to make your point. The police are being accused of using force and the protesters want it to stop, so then why did people throw stuff at the cops? Is that using too much force as well? I got several emails about how "We" need to teach the police a lesson, what lesson is violence on top of violence going to teach?.

New rule, if you are protesting a cause, then know what its is! If you want to live in a civilized world then be civilized.

I cant stop with bad food!

STOP EATING.

I'm not a Foodie, but.......

I need a real dinner!

Walter-isum's

My favorite saying and moments from Walter Crawford:

"Miz-Bitch"

"Girrrrrrrrlllllll"

"Marrrrrry"

"That bitch, is fucked up, Lord!"

"Mizz thang,watch out..watch out"

"There's that Mizz Dixon..shes a tramp"

"Catbitch"

"Butterfuck"

"Were gonna have WINE on the Lanai"

"Dave Moon ect."

"Dave moon's got a Bonneville"

"Little David"

"My daddy was the mayor"

Some of the greatest moments are as follows:

The time he broke my favorite glass on the steps, moments after I asked him not to touch it.

When he called Genie a bitch, while she was standing behind him, in true Walter fashion, he just looked shocked and said "Hey Girl"

There was an incident when he had Ellyn trapped at the check stand with him in the old QFC, while he was screaming and yelling at the cashier about the club cards (that's my fave)

The best memory is when he found the stuff that was dumped from my car when it was broken into, he found what the robbers dumped, then set up a table and had a garage sale, when I realized that those were my things he offered me a slight discount to buy my own things back!

Awww first day of school.

Mommy is so proud of you, got your lunchbox and raincoat, books and backpack. Hope you give an apple to your teacher!

The store is geting in order!

I had another wasted day thanks to some contractors who put their huge equipment right in front of the door, not allowing access to the warehouse. I took the time to shape up the shop, My mom has legal 30 inch isles now...that won't last long!

Alright I am MAD!

I Left Las Vegas to come here to facilitate this deal on "209". That's the reason I am here, I was supposed to be in San Diego. Eight months later I am here and the deal isn't done. I live here now and accept that. The problem I have is that I have been breaking my back to clear this place out and fix all the problems to have it sold on Monday Mar. 29. Now who knows when it will be sold....2 weeks I heard (yeah right). The point is I have to keep breaking my back and Monday is still my goal. I can't stop the flow of the project or the favors I called in. Thanks stupid Homo's for once again ruining my life!

Today was all about detox. Had too much to drink/drama. Now the 209 deal is in jeopardy. If we loose that deal the world is over. I am going to try and keep it together as best I can, but before that I stopped to smell the flowers.

Tired... DAY OFF FRIDAY

The floor is done!

It feels like 100 years since the floor project started. They had to tear it up three times and we replaced one support beam and numerous cross studs. It is safe and up to code. I even have a permit this time. My mom calls it "Our Ballroom" (whatever happened to Baby Terry).

Its nice out today!

look at me. I went outside and took in the cold, cold sun.

Reversal of fortunes!!!!

Sometimes my current reversal of fortunes hits hard when I least expect it. It’s all about a shift in lifestyle and the way you look at money. On occasion though I forget that the world is a different place for me, that leads to some somber moments. I wish I didn’t live in this world of delusions sometimes. I know better to dwell on the past, but without the “backing” I don’t feel like I can be myself in some situations or take any risks any longer. I am having trouble feeling worthwhile without bringing anything to the table, I can’t buy affection anymore, I can’t “but my way” into things that most people work for. I am just a little “gun shy” without knowing that I can take care of myself I suppose.. I had some great times. I guess its time to say “I’ll be back, I will show you”....... nice touch huh?

I miss my car!

I have a feeling it won't be there when I go and get it. I am trying to raise funds to have it shipped to me, If it was running I would go get it myself. Maybe I can live in the trunk to save money.

Complicated world!

Taxes, Government and society.

I am at my limit about the world. Why are taxes so complicated?. Why is the government so messed up? and what is happening to society? I don't know the answers to theses questions, it just reminds me that people live differently in other places.

Dreams and reality!

I keep having such vivid dreams. They are so close to reality that I sometimes don't know whats real this week. The painful nightmare dreams I can handle pretty well, But the dreams where I am so Happy and everything is so great I can't stand. I don't want to sleep anymore because waking up in tears because I realized that I was waking up and it was all a dream is too painful.

Besides That, I have spent allot of time "stuck" between awake and asleep, I am learning how to have fun with it. I can now look back at my self sleeping and wonder around knowing that I am asleep. The mind is a strange thing.

Friday Night Auction!

All I can say is that I spent half a months money on Limoges China for my house with no formal dinning. I have a full twelve place setting of Lennox white/gold in storage , plus two sets of 14-karat gold "silverware" someplace, I will not doubt my homosexuality on this one. I need help!

Wal-Mart Ha Ha Ha

America's most fascinating retailer has once again insulted a minority. I thought minorities were their customer base?. How can they go on insulting their customers and cleaning staff? What would drive somebody to going on the intercom and ask all black people to leave the store? I am more likely to go on the intercom and ask all gross people to leave the store, all that would be left with be bored Christian housewives (who I think are gross in their own way). Also I met a very very wealthy gentleman one time who lived in Tokyo, but had homes in Hawaii, New York, Las Vegas etc. Anyway when this man wanted to get things for his home in Las Vegas he went to Wal-Mart because this is "America". He told me he enjoyed himself, the whole experience was colorful and he spent $3000. The problem is that the cashier could not process his Black American Express!. Perhaps that's what is meant all black people were asked to leave Wal-Mart, maybe the cashier just couldn't process them? I am glad my American Express the silver. Food for thought.

The world under my tub.

As some of you may know Mr. Nation likes things clean. He sweeps, scrubs, mops and cleans his home all the time. I will not tell you what I was doing on the bathroom floor, but when I turned my head I saw the world under my bathtub I was FLOORED (ha ha ha). Can you imagine how I felt when I found this gross, unpainted world? Who forgot to paint under here? Who didn't finish their work? Who thinks I can live like this? Obviously I'm going to have to go to the hardware store and get some paint and supplies and remedy the situation at once. Because you never know who might look under your bathtub.

This is for all the self righteous, sad, sorry, lonely, self involved ugly freaks. Please don't force me to to listen to you and your friends try and "one" up each other about your sad, sad lives. You are not that important, in fact you're a FREAK. You are not anymore attractive then the rest of us nor are you anymore talented in any way. I just cant stand that. Why would you sit there and bait people to ask you questions so you can go on and on about your stupid life. "oh, I was soo drunk last night, I drank soooo much, I spent $500 at the bar, Do you know how drunk I was?, Guess how much I spent last night at the bar?" What is this a fucking test? on and on about things nobody cares about. Now imagine if you will about five of these same people, each with a stupid thing to say going on and on talking over each other at the same time... they call each other friends This is a night out. Apparently they didn't have enough to drink, because they are still around and haven't managed to die of alcohol poisoning or finally waking up and looking in the mirror and realizing that they need to kill themselves right away, because they are using resources of this planet that could be put to better use.

Women, women, women... What can I say. There are some wonderful, beautiful, fabulous women in this world and they deserve to go to gay bars and be worshipped. The problem is the sleazy, ugly, disgusting crack whores that takeover because they're afraid of rejection from heterosexual men. The ratio is five women to every man, what the HELL? Take your ugly ass back to Breederville and leave the crack-gays to me!!!

Conversation from a dream!

This is part of a conversation, all that I can remember from a dream last night. I don't normally write down my dreams, but this morning I jotted down as much of the conversation as I can remember. What does it mean?

“So what if I order another round?” Not enough to drown the pain anyway. At least I can try and forget. It’s not easy when you say one thing, but your eyes are telling me something else. They have never lied before, so I am inclined to believe them. I admit you are trying to “gloss” them over, but I can see the spark. “Let me have another drink and I shall try and be quiet about it”

"There it is again, the blue and white spark in your eyes". I am always blinded by that, like a flash bulb. When we were together it was a constant light, I couldn’t see anything else, now I only see it in pieces, dimmer and dimmer. I miss that, everything around you faded away and the only thing in focus was you. Now I try and pay attention to the detail in life and not what’s in front of me.

“You are the definition of beautiful, unless someday another one can come re-define it for me”

Chapman House

I guess I was lucky to have lived there. Don't know why it could workout. I found these pictures of when I moved in...a thousand "re-decorating frenzies"ago like my Auntie Mame. If you google it, there are some pictures of it now. 1908 Chapman Drive, Las Vegas, NV 89104

Ooops!

I feel like I forgot something. Could it be that I forgot to actually do something with my life? Oh yeah, that’s it. I have/had all the outer pieces of a successful life with out the middle part…the success and staying power. I feel like somebody stole that from me, but it was never there. I have shunned so may opportunities, Can’t I just have one more? And another after that too please.

I will admit that I was raised with a “Jesus complex” So I naturally fee that something is owed to me. After spitting in the face of the world for so long, I amaze myself in the fact that I still feel like I deserve another opportunity. I came to terms with the fact that I could just exist, mope around for ninety years and die, but that’s tedious and un-fulfilling.

The pressure is on, 28 years and counting…..

I have one foot placed firmly on reality and the other is on my own world. They are pulling further apart from each other......ummm I am going to get wet!

Why?

Why do trashy people LOVE to brag about ordinary achievements for sympathy or money? What makes something that you and I do everyday so special?

Like when some “Tacoma voiced” man with no volume control loudly exclaims to a friend “Man, I was like outside and it started to rain, and I didn’t have a hat, so I was like all wet” nobody responds, so he continues even louder “I could have gotten sick!” some unknown voice agrees, thus allowing him the opportunity to ramble on and on about all the “what if’s” that could have happened in his life as a result of a little rain. My gosh I had no idea that he could have so may different kinds of fate! Maybe if I give him that quarter…..

Another example is when a husky voiced woman is in line in front of you and refuses to move because she is making sure the cashier knows that she had to “go to court“, or “borrow her dad’s car to get her boyfriend to work” or pay her “pre-paid cell phone bill” What about this shows greatness. I should donate to her cause…….

It is a true gem when somebody asks to use my cell phone. I make sure to keep my bill current so you can call your drug dealer and hook-up. I very much want him to have my number too, I love the “Call backs” that I will get from your reputable friends.

I guess my favorite is the “You Owe Me” defense. “Can I have a dollar” Mr. Nation responds “Sorry” so the guy yells “I need to get a cell phone like you have” “I just want coffee, like the one you have” the best “I’m having a bad day, help me” Really? You are having a bad day? Is some ugly, smelly, disease ridden freak yell at you on every street corner making sure to insult you if you don’t pay them? The choice is pay or be bothered.

I fell like this was formally a walk-by occurrence, but lately I find myself sitting alone in public spaces and being approached. I think the bad economy has had a burden the trashy-folk and now they need to strategize and make a new plan of attack……


I am ready to be harassed for my not-so-hard earned money, insulted for having a phone and have most of my senses offended. BRING IT ON, Go ahead, I am READY!

I need a schedule!

Coffee, sleep, coffee, sleep, Facebook, Portland, sleep, coffee. This has been my entire life for a week and may need a regular gig to keep me on track. I'm used to not knowing what day of the week is, but not knowing what time it is can't just be stressful. Matt is working 5:00 AM to 3:00 PM, only see each other for a few hours at the strangest times. I only talk to my friends at noon. Rest of the time is coffee, sleep, coffee. Mary can't seem to get anything done be around the house, she is a mess. . . . Anybody want to go get a cup of coffee?

Newport Cove H.O.A.

I won I got my "broken Window fine" reduced. DON'T FUCK WITH ME FELLAS!!!!!

New post....later

Sad Gail face post.

She kidnapped my heart...lol

Friday night auction!

This week I promised myself I wasn't gonna buy anything, how can I help myself when there's a 2 foot statue of a dog. I also found a strange 1977 watercolor that I couldn't resist. The other great thing I got was stolen by Taeo. Alas I found myself bidding again on a bucket of stuff I don't need. I suppose if I hadn't said I wasn't going to buy anything, I might have bought everything.

I was denied.

Aunt Gail chose not to be my friend on Facebook. I am not used to Internet rejection. So this is a hard lesson to learn. Why he chose to deny me is a mystery. I wish I had been rejected on the Internet before that might make this easier. The fact that she looked at my name and pressed deny hurts my feelings. How can she looked at my face and say no.

She's the devil. Maybe her dad raped her for a reason.

This is the face of someone rejected by Aunt Gail.

OMG

Hello, this is the first time I have ever used speech recognition on this site. I am dictating to my computer to write this. Now when you judge my grammar you are judging Microsoft. No longer can I be blamed for misspelling works, now it is time to give all the responsibility to the computer. It feels weird talking to a robot P E N I S. I don't like talking to the computer it is starting to make me mad, I hate this thing. FUCK. BITCH. SLUT. CUNT. I have to spell out all curse words that makes me mad, now I am going to be like a soccer mom spelling out bad words when I talk to my friends.

I removed some content in case somebody is more computer savvy then I expect. Don't want to ruin my chances because of a google search.

Stress

The Very Vintage Vegas party we had in my back yard. This memory is stressful. I remember finding out that the prize money we handed out was a bad check and Jack Didn't tell me so he got his mom to write another one!!!!

POLYAMORY-POLYFIDELITY-MONOGOMY...ECT. Whats going on?

Starbucks Interview

Okay, We know that I am not very smart when it comes to business things. I could not help but tune into the people sitting behind me this morning. It was a recruiting interview for a C.F.O. of a large company. The interviewer was a woman maybe 45 and the interviewee was an gentleman in his late 50's.

My interest peaked when he sat down behind me with out getting coffee, a few minuets later this woman rushed in and asked the whole place if "John" was there and he sorta raised his hand, then she sat down at the table and began to ramble apologies.

She started the interview by explaining in great detail why she was late and some family issues that prevented her from being on time, then she let out a loud OK. that meant time to start.

She asked John when he left Intel if he received a bonus package. John replied that he never worked there, so She said "oh I am sorry, that was the other guy, look do you have another copy of your resume, I left yours on the kitchen counter" I was floored. He fumbled for a copy, he was very nervous. I could tell that he had always worked and interviewing at his age was not expected and he was a little rusty. She grabbed the resume and asked if he might have an extra piece of paper she could use, John was a good sport and gave her one.

The interview consisted of her asking questions about his previous jobs and and asking him "how he felt" about certain employers or "why he felt the need to leave" other jobs. John was put off but managed answers. Most of the time she would ask a question with the answer already in it and when John would respond she would just interrupt or repeat "uh-huh" very loud while he was speaking. Her body language let him know she didn't care nor wanted to hire him. I believe she was intimidated that he was older and smarter then she was, and I am sure she felt threatened trying to hire somebody overqualified for a job beneath her own.

I had to leave, I was getting uncomfortable, I wanted to rescue John and take him home. I would help him go over his financial situation and figure out if he had enough to retire now. His kid are grown, so sell the big house. Cut back a few expenses, keep the golf club membership. Sell the RV you haven't used it in years, Let your kids pay their own student loans. Your wife has a part time job at a boutique, there is enough coming in with what you save, "It's okay John, you don't have to go through this...Ben is here now"


It bothers me that I have no education, nor knowledge of business, but I could have been a better interviewer the she was....

Time is up Sea Meadows!

I guess the last days of the beach house are near. All the windows have been boarded up because of a recent break-in ( wasn't Jon this time). All the utilities have been turned off and the famous Matt and Bob pump isn't running anymore. Its set to be taken down as soon as the weather gets better.

One of the most important places in my life and a big part of Mel and my book. I am feeling the tragedy of this. Annie and this place was the start of it all. I looked forward to going there my entire life, Safe, fun and relaxing. Remember that I only have a few fragments of a "normal" childhood and they all took place here. No matter how many pictures I can take, or things I can steal from there, I just can't describe what it was like.

I guess we owe Mel a huge thank you for the refuge and shelter. I owe him for the non-matching dishes and lack of T.V. every summer. It was amazing.

I guess we should put the house in a Target bag and bury it in the yard.

If you are good, I will give you the Aunt Gail Post

I'm not sure anybody can handle it. She is making a comeback in the theater of my mind. There are my feelings on Aunt Gail....Be good it's quite a treat.

The wrong kind of gay!

Matt is wearing a blue sweater vest OVER a black sweater. WTF? Can you wear two sweaters at once anyway? Who came up with this?, Why? Whats going on in his mind?

Remember my store? Go to the website Retro-Vegas.com

Feed the Hangover!

All the young girls love Alice! 1990-2010

I had to bury the cat yesterday. She lived a full 20 years. She died the other day and Tony could not dig a hole with his hurt arm, so he put her in a Target bag and left her in the shed. She was way to much of a LADY for that and I feel bad. She was such a good cat. I got her when she was too young to be away from her mother. There was an apartment complex behind our house and across the alley. A tenant moved out, taking the mother cat and left some junk and three kittens. My mom said NO!, but I could only find homes for two of them. Alas I got Alice, Named after Alice B. Toklas. She had a great life and gave Mel alot of joy the last years of his time on earth. I am going to miss her, I know she loved you all. R.I.P. ALICE

Take me in the Z, Drive Fast, Drive Free, my aunt Gail and me!

UPDATE

As I was writing that post (and shoveling food in my face) I spilled salsa on my keyboard...All over. Why do I eat at the computer. I might just get some fucking Doritos and get cheese on my mouse too. This is lame. I wish I spilled soda so their would be a fire and this place would burn down and I would die and you would never know. Damn. I am so pissed that you don't get a pic. FUCK!

I am a Fat Slob.

All the CLEAN people!

I want to be one of those "clean" people. (I'm mostly talking about men, because you would have to be a damn fabulous woman to catch my lazy gay eye) These clean people always look so good. They seem to be flawless. They don't spill coffee on their shirts or go a day without shaving. Their hair is always cut, but not "just cut" but perfect. Their clothes fit so nicely and are accessorised perfectly. They smell so good too. These people have clean cars and perfect shopping bags ( I leave a store and after a block my shopping bag looks like I have lived out of it for a month) How do they do this? How do they satay so perfect?

Do people look at me like that?
Or because I can never find clothes that fit and I was raised in an antique warehouse I will always be ruffled and my shoes are going to be scuffed.

I want to be perfect.

Jenny, Jenny, Jenny

She is the "Party Light" Queen.
She was the "Paula Abdul" singing and forcing me to do dance numbers Queen
She is the "I don't want children" Queen
She was the "Don't touch my stuff or you will be electrocuted" Queen
She is the "I have a house in Arizona like my mom" Queen
She was the "Baby food diet" Queen

But she will Always be the "Queen" who had to go to the bathroom that one time on our way to Long beach in 1989, and she had to hold it for hours. I got so much pleasure that day. After some memory searching, I think Gram didn't stop on purpose... I can see Gram turning around looking at the back seat, while Jenny was violently throwing her body around the car to hold it in, then seeing me sitting calmly full of glee,. Gram just gave me a big "wink and a smile" and accelerated the car to Jenny's dismay ans suffering.

The Women of Jenny

When She was all controlling in "Cruel Intentions" I got such a Jenny feeling.

Why can't I stop looking at her face? It gives me Jenny feeling when I look at her, ewww gross

ZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I'm so tired. Sleeping all the time blurs the line between reality and dreams.

Creepy

I was upstairs at the store. Somebody lined up these plastic cows and it freaks me out. Was it Mic, my mom or a dead little girl????

2 years later...

It's been 2 years working on the warehouse. Some progress has been made. We are getting electricity this month and maybe new flooring upstairs. The biggest accomplishment is the light over our parking lot. Now people can see the crack they smoke there in the middle of the night or they can actually know who they are fucking behind my van. I Love Kelso. BTW that's mic in the red shirt...

Be afraid, be very afraid

This bitch will fuck you up if you cross her. She will drop her Finger-Hut catalogue, push her scrap booking table out of the way and let her sunggie slide to the floor to take you on. Don't mess with her. She will take her teal PT cruiser and chase your ass down (unless she gets distracted by the local Dairy Queen). This woman will stab you with knitting needles and drape American flag fabric over your body and put in in an 18th century trunk she bought while at church flea market. She will take the trunk and bury you outside her cheap tract farmhouse in Woodenville. And if you interrupt her on the way to a Red Hat meeting...you are done...she will give you that look, and that's the last thing you will ever see. She can round up a whole bunch of Christan republican women and hunt you down.
Don't cross her up if there is one 3x patchwork quilt jacket left on the rack at Ross and you both grab it at the same time, she will slowly size you up, her glasses will slide down her nose and she will snatch that thing right out of your paws. I want everybody to be careful and beware......

Las Vgeas...Lawsuits...ect.

In the last two years I have been to court, hauled in front of various judges, served subpoenas and called the cops more then ever. Now the great Cissy Bottom is after me for breech of contract, and some kind of "taking advantage of a senior citizen" thing. She is the person that broke the law. All I'm gonna say is that I am very tired, I am a reasonable person. Never lost a case. Spend allot of my life taking care of senor citizen's (including helping Mrs. Bottom move). All you get taken to court. Well Cissy BRING IT ON, I have nothing to loose but my good name...oh wait.....I ruined that at the bar last night!

I have to get this out

Another long story....

When I was a kid, we had a beach house on the coast. It was an old place that has been in the family forever. If you are on the "in" about who built the house and such, I shall spare you. The place was a time capsule, and my grandpa wouldn't let anything change. There were lots of mis-matched chairs, dishes and towels. I don't know if it is because I'm gay or because I have OCD, but I spent allot of family vacations organizing. My grandma (supporting her homo grandson) would let me set the table for dinner. This was my shining hour..yes it took me an HOUR.

First I had to find plates, lets say dinner for six. If I could find four matching plates of one style and two of another the possibilities would be endless. That would be a good day. If not I could always count on three sets of two, so should they mix every other one? should the match across? Well that all depends on the glasses, If I could find matching glasses so every plate of the same style had a glass of the same style that would be great. The problem is Mel had to have a mug (hot water) it didn't go with anything, So sometimes I would set the table to match, but his setting would be different, Like a king! Someday I wanted to be king too. Someday I would have the fancy Victorian plate and the large knife with the initials "AD" Arthur Devers of course!

The problems arose when we would have guests, I would panic to make sure we did the best we could and have the best damn table in East Hampton...ummmm I mean Long Beach! I would go and get flowers and put them in a jar in the middle (thinking to myself...a jar really old people?) after I made the centerpiece I would open up the cupboards and start sorting the dishes, sorting and making like piles. Could this explain why i have so many COMPLETE sets of dishes today?

If somebody broke a dish I was crushed, If I heard the china hit the floor I would screech.. My family probably though that the "fragile child" feels bad over fancy things breaking, But they didn't understand that every broken dish meant that my system of table setting was now destroyed! Any thoughts?

Modern day Key Party

So I was thinking last night about how complicated it would be to have a key party now days. Everybody has those fab-things. They would get all tangled up and you would pull out the whole pie of keys (if your into that then its OK) so maybe we need a different approach. I'm just worried. I'm going to do an experiment.

You Can Take me in to nature.....

I am a Taurus, so why the heck do I only like organized outdoor spaces. I thought I was supposed to be all woodsy or something WTF? Anyway when I'm there I still need my phone. Matt thought that my whole attire and phone didn't belong outside. Funny? naww

Havent posted about Taeo in a while

He is Back to work...all is well, One Taeo, less appendix. I hope he learned a life lesson here (not sure if there is one....) But these kinds of things teach us something, Maybe we learned about the importance of making sure you have a doctor assigned to you, some people don't want to wait 10 hours to find out whats going on, or maybe we learned that it makes others uncomfortable when you leave them alone with a "student doctor" that's is way to old to pull out your drain in some weird Beverton clinic......maybe

Portland is getting out of hand

Whats wrong with me, These people are taking me over, HELP! I'm sending as S.O.S. out to Seattle for help. I had coffee and wandered around the park yesterday.... yes I went outside. Other gay organic people were wondering around too, Its funny all the child-less homos walked their little dogs (Spike and Holden don't count) by the playground with the "REAL" parents that have actual children. They would all scowl at each other and run to the nearest store and buy some ridiculous dog accessory to make them feel like parents. MY GOD these places, "Noah's Bark" "Virgina Woof" it's so crazy, but here I was walking around and they all judged me for not having a little black dog with a pearl necklace and wearing shoes? I'm sorry I am a hollow Bitch, I don't have my dog's because I can't take care of them, and further more I DON"T WANT KIDS.... unless my dream "doctor-Ben doesn't have to work-husband" wants them..... I am fine living the Aunt Gail life, barely enough compassion for anybody else...let alone sticky kids...or dogs.

Ellyn at the sewing expo 2010

Is this where SUNGGIES come from Mom?