I really enjoy having the opportunity to celebrate a holiday in a non-traditional fashion. This year Pandora, 3D and I intended on spending the holidays with some of their family in Houston, but on a whim decided to drive right on by and wave as we headed for Galveston and ‘the beach’. (For those of you who have been to Galveston, you know I am using the word ‘beach’ quite loosely.)
In the course of a few short days we were able to pack in an enormous amount of fun. I’m sure I have already forgotten half of it, but here are some highlights:
-7th Floor hotel room, with view overlooking the water
-Stumbling into a delicious all-you-can-eat seafood buffet on Thanksgiving night, including orgasmic bite-size éclairs
-Our wonderful little lesbian waitress, Kat, taking great care of us
-Waking at 5am to watch the sunrise on the water
-3D procuring a veritable breakfast feast to enjoy
-Walking on the beach in delightfully warm weather, as larger than usual waves crashed in
-Feeding the ‘flying rats’ from the Ferry
-Meeting the 50ish year old woman who was pleased with her new reddish hair color, because as her 8 yr old daughter had informed her, “her new color matched her hicky(s)”….which were quite visible I must say.
-Watching the libidinous FREAK who while sitting across from her boyfriend, ensnared Pandora’s hand as she passed and proudly announced “I have a dildo!”
-Dancing around outside of ClubRav as we sat in the traffic waiting to get back on the Ferry. (YMCA)
-Making friends in the Drag Queen Bar
-Making scenes in the Gay Boy Dancing Bar
-Poop humor on the way back to the big ‘D’
The best part of it all is realizing how much I truly have to be GRATEFUL for in my life.
Just found out that my contract for extended employment was NOT picked up. My boss fought hard for me, but they don’t have the budget right now. December 3 is my last day.
I’m disappointed, but not broken. So, it’s back to the drawing board.
If anyone needs an exceptional communications consultant/creative project manager, I’m your girl!
In the meantime, does anyone need a new car? *snicker* (Just kidding….I think)
Apparently I’m deficient in one of the ‘girl genes’. Ok, so probably I’m missing more than just one, but that’s not the point right now. In particular I’m talking about my inefficiencies in the shopping arena. Wait, that’s not entirely true…I’m an expert shopper at hardware and electronics stores, but those don’t count. It’s the whole realm of clothes shopping were my abilities are sorely lacking. So on Saturday when I left my house to go to the DREADED mall in search of much needed business attire (I feel the ‘Chesty McBooberson’ tops that worked so well selling cars really don’t fit in my new corporate world) the overwhelming foreboding I felt should have been my first clue that failure would be the outcome. After a half-hour in the food court, 15 minutes looking at cell phones, and a quick run through Dillards ( I did glance in the direction of the shoes) I stopped to admire the watches and realized that I really wasn’t even close to accomplishing my task and headed back home in defeat.
Then, early Sunday morning Pandora called and told me kinda politely…ok, not really…to ‘get my ass up and get ready cause we were gonna SHOP.’ She whisked me away and we began our Guerrilla RiotGrrL Turbo Shopping Extravaganza. I’m sure it was quite a sight as extremely loud lesbians descended on the otherwise serene stores and tore through rack after rack in record time. I tried on clothes in the aisle (we don’t need no stinking dressing rooms), we verbally abused the pastels, ridiculed the furry white shoulder-pad-looking fru-fru dress up thing (that’s a technical term), and loudly mocked the zebra-furred shoes, even as a customer stood by seriously considering purchasing them (actually I think it was more our civic duty to enlighten said customer to the insanity of her potential purchase). In the course of two hours we had been to three stores, and I had purchased 11 tops, 1 jacket, 2 pairs of shoes, and she kindly turned a blind eye as I rewarded myself with a new watch.
Who knew shopping for clothes could be so much fun. Thanks Pandora.
There is something really wrong about cleaning your sex toy collection while you are talking on the phone with your mother.
(Particularly when she is enthusiastically talking about how she just rearranged and organized her workbench and tools. When you really stop to think about the similarities in that exchange, once again the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.)
Did I mention how much I really enjoy my life? Crazy as it is… I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
(Sorry Fly, I know you will be reading this and it is probably TMI.)
Today is the 15th anniversary of my contribution toward a peaceful global democracy. On Nov. 9, 1989 the ‘Cold War Ended’ without a single gunshot. On Nov. 12, 1989 I did my part to remove the world of one of its major scars. In tribute and remembrance of the human toll paid during this period in time, and to the family I lost behind this concrete example of hate, I wore the same shoes to work today that I wore standing/chipping at that wall.
May joy, love and peace prevail over fear, terror and war.
May we finally recognize the God in one another across political, racial, social, and overall imaginary lines.
(from a letter to my mother) “Berlin ist weider Berlin” they chanted. … We found two men from Amsterdam who loaned us their hammer and chisel, so we took off a few small pieces from the wall. Later, we walked down a little further and ran into the others who travelled with us. They were also busy ‘attacking’ the wall. E loaned me a 5′ lead pipe she had found, and everyone stepped back as I went to work on the wall. After I finished pouring myself, with fury, against the oppression of it all I found I had worn holes in my gloves and had gotten blisters on my hands. I also found all kinds of small pieces of the wall in my pockets and a few pieces in my teeth. I, like everyone else, had just been tearing emotionally at the wall, a symbol of everything we had been blocked from, or blocked within ourselves.
Nation’s Poor Win Election For Nation’s Rich
WASHINGTON, DC—The economically disadvantaged segment of the U.S. population provided the decisive factor in another presidential election last Tuesday, handing control of the government to the rich and powerful once again.
“The Republican party—the party of industrial mega-capitalists, corporate financiers, power brokers, and the moneyed elite—would like to thank the undereducated rural poor, the struggling blue-collar workers in Middle America, and the God-fearing underpriviledged minorities who voted George W. Bush back into office,” Karl Rove, senior advisor to Bush, told reporters at a press conference Monday. “You have selflessly sacrificed your well-being and voted against your own economic interest. For this, we humbly thank you.”
Added Rove: “You have acted beyond the call of duty—or, for that matter, good sense.”
According to Rove, the Republicans found strong support in non-urban areas populated by the people who would have benefited most from the lower-income tax cuts and social-service programs championed by Kerry. Regardless of their own interests, these citizens turned out in record numbers to elect conservatives into office at all levels of the government.
“My family’s been suffering ever since I lost my job at the screen-door factory, and I haven’t seen a doctor for well on four years now,” said father of four Buddy Kaldrin of Eerie, CO. “Shit, I don’t even remember what a dentist’s chair looks like… Basically, I’d give up if it weren’t for God’s grace. So it’s good to know we have a president who cares about religion, too.”
Kaldrin added: “That’s why I always vote straight-ticket Republican, just like my daddy did, before he lost the farm and shot himself in the head, and just like his daddy did, before he died of black-lung disease in the company coal mines.”
Kaldrin was one of many who listed moral issues among their primary reasons for voting Republican.
“Our society is falling apart—our treasured values are under attack by terrorists,” said Ellen Blaine of Givens, OH, a tiny rural farming community as likely to be attacked by terrorists as it is to be hit by a meteor. “We need someone with old-time morals in the White House. I may not have much of anything in this world, but at least I have my family.”
“John Kerry is a flip-flopper,” she continued. “I saw it on TV. Who knows what terrible things might’ve happened to my sons overseas if he’d been put in charge?”
Kerry supporters also turned out in large numbers this year, but they were outnumbered by those citizens who voted for Bush.
“The alliance between the tiny fraction at the top of the pyramid and the teeming masses of mouth-breathers at its enormous base has never been stronger,” a triumphant Bush said. “We have an understanding, them and us. They help us stay rich, and in return, we help them stay poor. See? No matter what naysayers may think, the system works.”
Added Bush: “God bless America’s backwards hicks, lunchpail-toting blockheads, doddering elderly, and bumpity-car-driving Spanish-speakers.”
(-courtesy the ONION)
I just finished a wonderful, romantic dinner date. I set my table (which has probably only been used 3 times in the past 2 years), put down the cloth napkins, opened a bottle of red wine, lit the candles, put on some sexy jazz and took a moment to appreciate the garlic scented air. My date was definitely impressed. I hadn’t put this much effort into cooking dinner in quite some time, and it paid off.
The meal was eaten in that silent kind of pleasure that comes from experiencing delightfully varied, complimentary tastes, shadows and ambiance that signifies a successful culinary endeavor. The fact that I was the only person in the room didn’t detract from the romance; instead it made me feel all the more pampered.
I had almost forgotten the pleasure of eating with manners and a hint of civility, not just huddling over my computer and shoving bare necessity sustenance into my mouth off the side of my desk. I think the darkness and chill of the season reminded me of how much I love candlelit dinners.
I’d like to write more about it but I have to get back to my ‘date.’ I think if I give her just a little more attention and spoiling I might even ‘get lucky’ tonight. Perhaps a long bath and some lingerie are in order. (Now, that’s not why I did it, but hey, take the side benefits wherever you find them, right. *wink*)
I was updating my resume recently and was reminded of my first corporate manager PM. He was an amazing professional mentor, and an even more amazing man. I’ll never forget his gentle yet commanding presence. In a room full of shouting people he could offer a whisper and everyone would immediately quiet down and strain to hear him. I think it was because he didn’t waste his words idly, and so when he did speak he had something important to say.
At the time when we met I was young, inexperienced and just out of the safe confines of the ivory tower. But I admit I did have an enthusiasm and eagerness that must have been attractive to him. He let me test my wings and stretch myself in ways that I have never since experienced in a professional environment. Unfortunately the world lost him to leukemia. I still miss him dearly and I’ve always been very grateful to him for the gifts and skills he helped me to develop.
Anyway, one of the most important things he ever told me still rings in my head from time to time. I was “blocked” on my creative path as I was trying to get a project started. He stopped at my desk, asked me how it was going and then just as he turned to leave he looked at me and said, “Some things in life are important enough to do wrong.”
It floored me. At first I thought I misunderstood him, but then it finally sank in. With one blow he had removed years of the “perfectionist dust” that had been layered upon me, weighing me down.
Some things in life are important enough to do wrong.
I love Instant Messaging, especially as people start “talking” over one another. Great humor can come from dealing with the time lag between reading the other person’s thoughts and your own ability to type a reply. Sometimes two sentences fall together perfectly. Here is my recent favorite:
hauself says:
that and i have great tits rayrangutan says:
I know. Me too now
Looking at it that way makes you wonder, so, what are old guys growing tits now? Or has his standard scale for what constitutes “great tits” fallen that low? Should I feel slighted knowing that he thinks his tits are comparable with mine. Hmmmmm?
(Wouldn’t you like to know what the real context was for those two comments to fall together like that?)
