Walking & Networking!

So I'm going to get my lazy up nice and early tomorrow and head into the city for the AIDS Walk. Doing a little exercise and shmooze a bit.

See if I can get this outreach/writing career into high gear!

I just hope there is food along the five-mile walk route. And I don’t mean carrots & celery sticks at the half way point, like the 20 mile Walk for Hunger.

My friends got me thrown off that one a few years back. In the course of 20 miles, I managed to stop at every single concession along the route.

What!? It was the Walk for Hunger, so I got friggin hungry along the way. I made compromises.

I didn’t even stop at the stands. I just slowed down the pace a bit; and kept moving, all the while getting my wallet out and trading cash for a pretzel, slice of pizza and/or a ice cream bar.

But I don’t think it was just my burning desire to stuff my face that put the other walkers over the edge. You see the night before I was a good boy and stayed home instead of going out bar hopping. On TV, an old Rosie O’Donnell HBO special was on. Rosie and I have a few things in common. The major being, we have" useless shit" stuck in our brains. So she cracking jokes about old TV then segwayed into all the commercial jingles form the 70's & 80's, which I can remember fondly as well.

So again along the 20 mile walk route I serenaded the participants with the vast knowledge of these ditties.

BUM BUM Bumble Bee! Bumble Bee Tuna!

Cuz I’m, stuck on Band aid brand & band aids stuck on me!

Like A Good Neighbor, State Farm is there!

That’s not too annoying is it?

I have a bigger vaster knowledge of TV theme songs.

Loving Mimi!

I found this photo of Mimi!

So I thought I'd share.

Not 100% sure of the full inscription?

As the photo is from 1932!

UGH!

This job hunt thing sucks!

How many different ways do I have to explain to these temp agencies of my situation?!

I do not have a car!

I am in walking distance to the commuter rail that will take me right into the city.

That is where I want to work!

I do not want to commute to a job that will take me longer than the 8 hour scheduled work day!

Is it that too difficult to comprehend??!?

Ending The Evening In Xanadu!

Just A Brainstorm W/ A Grain Of Salt!

Don’t you just love it when real life incidents collide with personal interests?

So as I detailed in a previous post, Netty & Jack’s latest bickering match was about who was going to drop dead first. I’ll admit I did want to kill them, but I know right from wrong and would never do that. But if that scenario did play out that way, wouldn’t make an interesting episode of Law & Order?

So in my down time, I’m going to write a script about an old married couple that are murdered in their home. As the detectives investigate the crime, they figure out the main suspect is the old couples middle-aged son who just moved back home & has now gone missing. The man hunt ensues, the son is found & arrested.

Then as the court proceeding goes on, we learn the son suffers from a seizure disorder. Then as the DA tries to build a case to convict the son, the opposing council argues that the old couples’ bickering and misery induced a seizure and the son went temporarily insane.

So the son should not be held accountable for the murder as the couple as well as the son’s doctors’ did not give the son’s disorder or temperament the attention and proper medical needs they deserved.

What?!?!?! It’s just a thought! Come on after almost 20 years on the air ya gotta think some of the L&O writers get some of their ideas from what they want to do to people in real life. It’s like a form of therapy, No?

Recipe For Weight Gain: Meatloaf W/ Cher On The Side!

Bring On The Meat!

Now that I'm the master of the George Forman Grille, I stocked the freezer!

After I went into overdrive and called temp agencies as well as applied for any job I could, I took a nice brisk walk to the store.

I loaded my freezer with pork chops, chicken breasts and Italian sausages.

I am determined not only to get my dream job; but to also weigh 140+ lbs. by summer's end!

Yay For Me!

Well kids, I finally did it!

After four years of owning a George Forman Grille, I finally plugged it in and made myself a couple of cheeseburgers.

Don't get me wrong I'm no Rachel Ray, but like the job hunt it's all about baby steps.

I have to admit though it is easier to just throw a frozen dinner or pizza in the mircowave. Plus the clean up is quicker.

In Honor Of The Celtics!

So the Celtics are “this close” to winning their first championship in over 20 years. So in honor of that, let me share with you the story about how I got to meet them back in the 80's

I have to admit though when it comes to meeting famous people, I have a lot in common with that other famous ditsy redhead, Lucille Ricardo.

I tend to make a complete ass of myself!

Back in 1985, Netty and her friend Helene took me to the Boston Garden for my first Celtics game. At the time Helene was friendly with one of the managers. So we got to hang out outside the locker room after the game. And I proceeded to get most of the players autographs, except Kevin Mchale, who had to get home because one of his kids wasn’t feeling well. I have to give him props though he was very nice though.

I also got Carlos Clark’s autograph not once but twice, due to my “Lucy” moment. You see after I got his autograph & while I was collecting others; I was getting excited and was not pay attention to what was going on around me.

That is when the guy driving the giant floor polisher was riding around and almost ran me over. Luckily, Carlos Clark was in close proximity and pulled me out of the way before I got polished. Of course in my excitement I forgot I already got his autograph and proceeded to get another one.

Then Helene friend came out to say hi. That’s when more embarrassment ensued. He offered to take me behind closed doors and into the locker room to meet more players and get more autographs.

I won’t reveal if or who’s naughty bits I saw, but I have to share with you my face to face encounter with the famous Larry Bird.

He was in the backroom getting checked out by the medical team due to a pulled muscle or something on that line. He however was only dressed in a tee shirt and tight whities. So after we walked in, Helene’s friend need to attend to business and left me standing there with Bird.

I naturally was all flustered and could not speak. Mr. Bird did all the talking and asked if I wanted an autograph. I could not even muster a “Yes.” All I could do was nod.

So that’s concludes my embarrassing celebrity encounter stories.

Light "Dawns" On Kevin!

I have to give more props to my Mimi, because of her I had one of my celebrity encounters. Back in 1987, Mimi & Papa took me on a vacation to the Catskills at the Brown Resort. Could it get any more gayer or Jewish. Ha Ha!

Every Saturday night, there was a “big time” performer entertaining the masses in the main showroom. This particular Saturday night was Tony Orlando. (Sorry he left Dawn at home.)

Even though at this young age, I already had vast knowledge of camp & kitsch. I was not familiar with Orlando & Dawn.

So the previous Friday night, Mimi, Papa, & I were in the hotel coffee shop when Tony Orlando & his people walked in at sat at a near by table. Mimi pointed to him and said she was “pretty sure” that it was Tony Orlando. So she reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She then proceeded to coax me into going over to get an autograph. I was hesitant due to the fact Mimi was not 100% sure it was him. But finally I agreed. Plus, she bribed me with a hot fudge sundae.

So I walked over with pen & paper in hand and asked Mr. Orlando very naively if he was in fact Tony Orlando. He of course stated in a very humorous tone, “What do you think?”. I, of course, said with a little self doubt in my voice., “Yes, you are him?” He told me I was right and then he took the pen and paper from me and signed it.

I ran back to the table all excited because I just had my first face to face encounter with a celebrity. Then my Aunt Syliva, Uncle Mel & cousin Larry came into the coffee shop. I repeated the encounter to them and point to my new friend Tony Orlando. While doing so I inadvertently ripped the autograph in half.

So naturally, when my cousin Larry went over to ask for an autograph, I went with him and asked for another one. Mr. Orlando was very nice and gave me another autograph, but I had to promise not to rip it.

So in honor of my celebrity encounter, here is a clip of the talented Tony Orlando. As well as Dawn thrown in for good measure.

A Few More Muppet-Tastic Clips!

The Great Debate: Old Wounds Vs. New Scars!

I’ve decided to end the negotiations with Netty & Jack to temporarily move back home. I looked over my fiances and I’ll have enough to scrimp and save to pay the extra $50 a month in rent and the money I’ll need to take the commuter rail into Boston each day for work. (If I can land a job quick enough.)

The final straw in my decision came Saturday morning, when Netty got upset because Jack hopped in the shower before her. She claimed that she called dibs first, but alas nobody heard her. So when Jack came out Netty began to yell at him.

Then somewhere in mid-argument they segwayed into a fight about who was going to drop dead first. Alaways a nice topic on a sunny Saturday morning.

That's when I knew enough is enough. It really didn’t matter who was going to go first. Because if they didn’t friggin' shut up, I was going to kill them both. Then at my murder trial, I could say their fight and nit picking induced one of my seizures and I went temporarily insane. That way I would have gotten little jail time, if any, for my crime.

So I really think it is best and safer for all parties involved that I stay way up in Haverhill and make fewer trips down to Marblehead. Until, I get my bearing back in life. That way I can foucus solely on me and what I need to do to make the improvements in my life.

I’m sorry, but I understand we all have problems and we all deserve to have our lives run accordingly to how we want. However, at this time I feel my issues have a little more significance & need a little more nurturing. I can’t be bothered right now worrying about who gets in the bathroom first or who used all the tissues and didn’t replace the box.

If Netty & Jack are mad at me for my decision, so be it. My issues are newer and more severe, but at least I’m working on them and trying to make it better. I won't be pissing and moaning for 40 years about my problems or the mistakes I made. I’m getting off my ass and I am fixing them!

Winning A Pie Eating Contest is More Sacred Than A Golden Globe, Miss Goldie Hawn!

Dammit I should know!

Again if it wasn’t for my Mimi’s big mouth, I wouldn’t be sitting here today with an award on my mantel & a story to tell.

Back in 1985, while I was living in Revere, Mimi took me to the Park & Rec’s Harry Della Russo Stadium & entered me in the blueberry pie eating contest.

As the race began, with my arms firmly behind my back, I diligently shoved as much pie into my tiny (ya right!) 11 year old mouth.

When the moderator yelled stop, they were about to hand the prize to another young boy. Well, Mimi was not having that and let her opinion be known. "That’s not right!", She yelled. "Look! He pushed all the crust off the pie and it’s on the table not in his mouth!"

Then Mimi proceeded to point to me and made the judges aware that all my crust was either in my mouth or already digested.

So I may not have a sports trophy, an Academy Award or even a Golden Globe up on my mantel. But thanks to Mimi I have a well earned pie eating award.

I even got my picture on the front page of the local paper, The Revere Journal. For which Netty got the hard copy glossy and in turn had it published 7 years later in my high school yearbook for all my classmates to see and tease me about.


Thanks Netty & thanks Jacki for helping me scan the photo in!




Also special thanks to the seizure & car accident. Because I now firmly believe due to them, what was left of the portion of my brain that controlled my inhibitions & the hesitations of me making a complete fool of myself has been completely destroyed.

And that’s sacred to me!

For Love Of The Muppets!

I know my unemployment is running out, but I had to splurge. The Muppet Show: Season 3 was just released on DVD. I have to be honest if it wasn't for the originality and the choice of guest stars on this show, I might not be the big fag I am today!

So here's a few YouTube Clips I found that inspired me as a young lad:

Before & After!

What Netty & I look like before A Fight!

Netty Me

What Netty & I look like after!

Netty Me

Any Questions!?

Pickin' on Netty!

Once again I have to use my strengths of style & wit to avoid strangling Netty. So what better way to do that than to share with you a few stories of when my open minded progressive attitude would conflict with Netty’s close minded Puritan attitude.

The most recent clash is what got me thinking of these past stories. Yesterday was my first day on volunteering at The MALE Center in Boston. The task of the day was to stuff little Baggies with condoms, lubricant and a safe sex pamphlet for the out reach volunteers to pass out the next night.

So while I was working diligently with a nice gentleman named Earl as well as a few others, Netty called to inquire as to what I was doing. I tried to explain to her several times that I was stuffing condoms in Baggies, however the line of communication broke down (i.e. Netty’s a little hard of hearing.) So after a few attempts trying to explain I finally snapped.

Being that I am still fighting a allergies, I did a dead imitation of Bea Arthur in the episode of The Golden Girls, when she was trying point out the condoms in the drugstore to Betty White. “Condoms Ma! Condoms! I’m stuffing condoms!”, I yelled into the phone.

Of course that still didn’t clarify Netty’s perception and she thought I was in a building that was named Condom. That’s when I threw in the towel and I told her I’d explain later when I got home. Plus, the other volunteers were looking at me like I was possessed. What they done have to contend with a scatter-brained mother like I do?

This episode made me reflect back to a couple of trips I had made with Netty in the past to the infamous Theater District of Boston.

The first time was when we went to see Chicago. After the show we were walking back to the car. Of course it being Saturday night there was an abundant population of gay boys in the area due to the few gay clubs in the vicinity.

Well as we were walking, two of them passed by. One of the boys proceeded to whistle at me & I, of course, demurely turned and smiled in return. Upon which Netty in turn questioned if one of those boys whistled at me. So naturally I played dumb and told her I had no idea what she was referring to.

This of course is not the icing on the cake.

That is for when we went into Boston second time to see Sheer Madness. Again Netty and I were walking back to the car after the show. While we were walking we passed a prostitute having a conversation with a john. As we got in the car, Netty noticed the prostitute was heading in our direction. Where upon Netty instructed me to hurry and get in the car because “here ‘she ‘ comes. (referring to the hooker).

When we got in to the car, I let Netty in on a little secret. You see due to my keen sense of hearing, I overheard the prostitute talking to the john and made the determination that she was not in fact a she but a he. Upon hearing that tidbit of information, Netty went to a full-blown convulsion and being to scream, “Lock the doors! Step on the gas and get the hell out of here!”

Unfortunately I couldn’t move fast enough because due to Netty’s spectacle I was having my own convulsion. However mine was caused my humor and not horror.

After sharing these stories, I realize I really need to get a job. Not so much to pay the bills, but to pay off the few relatives who know about my blog and to keep their mouths shut. Because if one of them ever decided to throw me under the bus & tell Netty where to find my blog on line, I’m as good as dead.

Camp Classics!

I took my little Sasha to the beauty parlor to get all prettied up for the long weekend. So instead of going back to Netty & Jack’s to wait, I decided to stroll around Marblehead. I grabbed some lunch & browsed around in a few shops, when I walked past Marblehead Little Theatre. Then like lighting striking a post I made like Blair Warner in The Facts of Life and I came upon one of my brilliant ideas.

I noticed every Friday night they have a movie night for $5. Well being that this month the new Indiana Jones flick comes out at the end of the month, they were dedicating every Friday in May to a Harrison Ford picture. All I have to say is the selections that they picked were so uninspired and unoriginal. I mean come Patriot Games & Working Girl. Boring! Anyone with basic cable can stay home and catch those flicks any weekend. Use some smarts people! They don’t play Blade Runner on TV anymore. come on think outside the box!

So I decided I’m going to call the Marblehead Little Theatre and present a proposal to them. You if you look over to the right of my blog you will see a list of movies I love. The majority of those movies are not only “camp classics”, but I also own them on DVD.

I am going to propose that they let me run the Friday night movies or give me another night to have a “Camp Classic” night. How fun would that be? When was the last time we saw Airport ’75, Mommie Dearest, Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?, Whose Afraid of Virginia Woolf, Valley of the Dolls or countless others on the boob tube. Plus with my extensive knowledge of these classics, I can provide trivia and fun facts that would make the view of these films all the more enjoyable.

Come now stand up and shout if you’re down with “Kevin’s Camp Classics”!

Another Reason To Chose Your Fag Hag Wisely!

Let me get back to what I do best. That is tell a story with humor and wit. And what better way to do that is to share with you a story that involves “The Diva” and why you need to be careful in choosing her as your fag hag.

One Friday afternoon back in our college days, I was sitting around the cafeteria with my straight friends, when “The Diva” invited me to go out with them to dinner the following night.

Unfortunately to “The Diva’s” dismay, I declined the offer without giving her more details of my reason for the decline. I did not want to tell her Saturday night was “Gay Boys” night. Plus the gay boy I was going out with was my friend Steven, who I felt wanted to take our friendship to the next level. I, unfortunately, did not share the same feeling and wanted to let him down easy.

When I arrived at the restaurant to meet Steven to my surprise there was “The Diva” and all my straight friends hanging at the bar. Naturally I went over to chat with them. I could tell “The Diva” was a bit put out that I was at the same restaurant. I believe she felt a little blown off.

Although, being the diva that she was she knew how to get even.

When Steven arrived, we went over to our table and had dinner and small talk. After dinner, I gently let Steven down easy. I told him that I liked him and valued our friendship and wanted to continue on that level, alas no further than that.

I could see in Steven’s eyes his disappointment and he looked like he was going to cry. This is when “The Diva” set her plan into motion.

As a tear began to glide down the cheek of my friend, whose heart I had just shattered; the entire wait staff began to march over to our table with a cake in tow, chatting a Happy Birthday ditty. The cake was for me.

Needless to say I should point out that this incident took place in the middle of February & my birthday isn’t until the end of friggin’ October!

When I looked around the restaurant to see whom the culprit was, there was “The Diva” at the exit door peeing in her pants laughing at the spectacle she had just caused.

Well at that moment I was a gentleman and excused myself from the table and proceeded to chase “The Diva” out the restaurant door. When we got outside, I then proceeded to pick her up and throw her in a near by snow bank.

Hell hath no fury as gay boy embarrassed!

So I Lied & Added A Visual. Shoot Me!

Let The Anger Rise!

Well, I have to say it’s a good thing for the blog that I’m staying at Netty & Jack’s this week. I know a lot of these posts are just here to get me out of a bad spell and don’t really clarify my true emotions, reasoning or feelings. I post a YouTube clip or video when I feel blue, but I feel I’m gypping the reader and/or myself by not detailing the facts or feelings behind the clip.

Besides Netty & Jack’s computer is way to slow to be adding graphics and videos. So now I’m going to take this opportunity to detail the anger and frustration I am feeling. That way I can move on from it, but also the people close to me know what exactly is pissing me off about my situation.

First off, yesterday was my court date. The judge as well as the officer agreed that I did everything according to law in their eyes. So, if I don’t have a traffic violation form now till the 18th of November. Piece of cake since I don’t have a license. Also by the doctors’ rules if I don’t have another seizure in that time frame the six month time table won’t need be reset.

I was aware of this going into the courtroom and prepared myself for this outcome. So this is not the incident that pissed me off. What got me upset was my brother, Det. Sean Brady, was suppose to meet Jack & I at the courthouse. He was supposed to stand by me when I went in front of the judge.

Did I tell anyone yesterday that this is the reason I was upset? No I didn’t. Why should I? It only would've gotten me more upset because if I expressed my feelings, especially to Netty, I would've gotten the “Sean is very busy” speech.” I was in no mood to hear that again. I already heard it once when I wanted Sean to help me move my stuff back to Haverhill the first time I left the den of Netty.

Plus, I didn’t enough energy yesterday to bite my tongue. I would've just caused another riff between Netty & I, because I would have reminded her that if the situation was different and if one of Sean’s brothers’ by law & not blood or if my last name was Berrigan (Sean’s in laws) were in my giving situation, I am sure Sean would have moved heaven and earth to be there.

No, I’ll hold my tongue and wait till the faithful day when it’s Netty’s turn to be upset at Sean for doing something for the in-laws and not her. Besides I know that time will be soon enough. Since Netty likes to piss & moan about here problems to me, that’s when I’ll go in for the kill with a “shut the f*** up!” Or I might even threaten her by telling her I’m going to withdraw all my saving and 401k money and use it to get a sex change. Hey, I figure if I get myself a pair of tits & a twat that might entitle me to have a hair growing across my ass!

Also I am a little pissed at Netty for our open discussion about me moving back home for a time. Netty made it clear from the get go that she is set in her ways and wants thing done how she wants them done and nothing is to change that. The problem doesn’t lie in me not understanding that. Trust me I do. The lynch pin is that if I come back into the house for I time, I want to be coming, going & living as I please without “Negative Netty’s” input.

What age does one have to be to declare are set in their ways & are too old to change?

I’m a different person and grown up since I left home at 28. I know I was at times a little out of control especially on the weekends, going & staying out late partying. That’s what part of our 20’s is for. I’m fast approaching 35 now. I want to be more focused. I am more determined in making choices that are going to improve and fulfill my life and not settle for just anything to get me by. It’s only going to cause me more anger & resentment.

As we all know I’m a bit more open mined than Netty and I look at life in a bit of wider spectrum. I really don’t see Netty keeping her mouth shut and allowing me the opportunity to grow and experiment, even though I offered to pay rent to keep her opinions to herself. (Netty is asking for $75 a week.)

So I’m thinking now isn’t the time to come back in to the den. As the weeks of unemployment checks are winding down & I may be piss ass poor, but hell I still have 100% of my freedom.

OOPS & PHEW!

Good thing I got up before Netty this morning!

Due to last night wind, the balloons I got the kids this weekend to play with blew all

over the place!

It looked like A Gay Pride Parade float crashed into the backyard!

Whoopsi!

Ending The Day On A High Note W/ A Song Mimi Would Sing To Me!

Preparing For Court: I Got A Hair Cut!

Christ! I just looked at it in the mirror. I look like friggin' Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby!

Which I guess fits today's mood, since i feel like a demon or demons are growing inside me!

A Kennedy Doesn't Trump A Brady!

So I woke up at 5:30 A.M. in the wonderful white world of Netty’s house. After I let Sasha out for her morning potty time, I attempted to go back to sleep. It didn’t work. So I turn on the newto hear updates on Ted Kennedy and his seizure.

Naturally I got upset. Not because I was having flashback s to being in the same hospital in the same situation. Nope not me.

I was pissed that 7News' Adam Williams announced the Kennedy family was bringing Ted take out for Legal Seafood.

All I got was a bag of cookies from my cousin Beth.

Don’t get me wrong I was very grateful for the cookies and snarffed down the whole bag. What got me all riled up was Netty & Jack complain about my weight being so low. Well hello! Where was my friggin’ take-out?

So here is a list for future reference if anyone is coming to visit me:

If you are at Mcdonald’s: I want a large #1. That’s the Big Mac Value meal.

If you are at Burger King: I want a large #10. That’s the Bacon Double Cheeseburger Value Meal.

If you are at Wendy’s: I want a large #4. That’s the Baconator Value meal.

All of the above should be ordered with a Coke.

Thanks A Bunch! :o)

Breathing & Baby Steps!

Ugh! Why do I do this to myself? I throw everything on my plate and try to eat it all at once. I live my life the way my brother Sean eats. In courses, of course. He eats his salad and then when he is done he eats the main course. I throw it all in my mouth together. In turn I don’t think I give anything the time it needs to digest.

I’m referring to jumping the gun and talking with Netty about moving back home. I need to focus and get through the court date tomorrow and be cleared of that ass ache before I tackle another one. Then I need to go into Boston on Thursday to The Male Center to begin training. I have to train to be a volunteer for HIV/AIDS Outreach events. Hopefully that works and I can turn it into something that pays finically as well as mentally.

Then I cam focus on the next stage. Besides the way it went yesterday, I think I need to go to a garden shop and find olive seeds. Why you ask? Because I think to get Netty to see thing in my perception I need more than an olive branch. I think I need the whole tree or maybe even a whole friggin’ forest.

Well one thing is for certain. I think I got my bearings and wit back in tact. I think my last post was too much of a downer as well as slightly incoherent. But that’s good I guess, because now I can feel more like Goldie Hawn in The First Wives Club when she uttered the classic, “I have feelings! I’m an Actress I have all of them.”

The First Step!

So now here’s the test. I’m attempting to add entries to my blog on Netty & Jack’s computer.

I really hope this blog does turn into greener pastures. Because if I have to work on this computer. It is going to be a full time job. It’s just too damn slow for “instant gratification” type of guy like myself. But, I’ll digress.

Well I did it. I opened the lines of communication between Netty and myself. We discussed whether I should move back home till I get on my feet.

It went as well as to be expected. I’m still undecided.

Before we had our chat. We naturally had a fight due to the lack of communication skills between Netty & Jack.

My favorite aunt, Marlene (codename: Boonie) called. Jack heard me say hi and proceeded to tell Netty I was on the phone with Auntie Boonie. What Jack neglected to tell Netty though was that Auntie Boonie called on my cell phone.

Naturally Netty was all confused when she answered her house phone and could not hear the conversation. Then of course me trying to get one of the old Jewish ladies to shut up so I could explain that the call came in on my cell. Naturally, Netty took it the wrong way and got mad at me. So when I got off the phone, she didn’t want to hear me explain the situation. So I just walked away knowing she’d get over it soon enough. Because she knew if I wasn’t talking to her she’d have nobody else in the house to talk or complain to.

This is when I started the dialogue about moving back home. It went as expected. She said if I did this I needed to know it is her house and she is set in her ways and doesn’t want as disruptions in that flow. Also if she and Jack were arguing or she was bitching about Jack, she didn’t want me to be referee or put my two cents in. Which I know I can play by those rules, however, I know Netty can’t practice what she preaches.

Naturally when it was my turn to speak and I tried to explain this as diplomatically as I could, it did not seem she was giving the undivided attention to me as I gave to her.

That’s why I really feel strongly that if I came back, I provided her weekly/monthly rent. That way if she can’t give me the same respect, I’ll have something to take away from her.

You as all the members of our clan know, Netty says what she wants, when she wants and how she wants. And instead of letting the bitterness grow inside me and drop her like a sack of potatoes, I tell her like it is and how I feel. We all know what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.

But of course Netty still hasn’t figured out that I am the way I am due to her being the way she is.
So as of right now the move will still be in the discussion stage. If I jump the gun without follow up discussions and move back, I’ll probably end up with another court date. But this time will be for MURDER!

A Double Dose of Dolly!

I Watched Beaches Last Night! Shut Up Oliver! ;o)

Wish Me Luck!

Well I’m off again for what I am sure will be a fun filled stress free week at Netty & Jack’s. Yeah Right!

I’ve been a little on edge this weekend. I’ve been battling this cold which I think I now have the upper hand on. I’m not overdosing or mixin’ & matchin’ cold medications. I’m also a tad nervous about my court date on Tuesday. Even though Sean said I have all the medical records. So it should be pretty open and shut and they will declare it a no fault accident. But of course I’ve been watching Law & Order all week and think one of the three people I hit will come in and throw a loop hole. Then, I’ll be thrown in the slammer and have a prison mate name Bubba. Thank God I don’t have HBO or the OZ dvds. That would really throw me over the edge. Jack will take me on Tuesday and Sean will meet us there. Hopefully all will go on
without a hitch.

So then I’ll stay the rest of the week with Netty & Jack, because I begin training at The MALE Center on Thursday. We all know what an ordeal I had last time I went into Boston at night and tried to get home. So the commute back to Marblehead is a bit quicker and easier. Then I thought it would be nice to save Jack an extra trip to Haverhill, I’ll stay through Memorial Day weekend.

Plus, I no longer have the patience for Sasha sitting on my lap digging her nails into me.

So hopefully my parents’ computer will allow me to post entries on my blog, so I & you don’t have to go a whole week without my musing. Their computer is old and slow, but I think I can get it to at least allow me to add text. I do, however, expect it not to have the power to supply you with graphics and video.

So I’ll add a little extra on this post so it can appease both the writer and the reader.

Another Time Killer!

Who Is More Famous?

Julia Roberts

Or

Chris Farley

Goto

http://www.famousr.com/

To Find out and play with even more match-ups!

Preparing For The Sex & The City Movie w/ A Parody

Here's The New Kids Sounding and Dancing Like The Old Men They Really Are!

Scroll down further to see and hear what they used to look & sound like!

PS. I do own their greatest hits CD. So that give me the right to be critical.

Also to those saying the poor performance was due to the weather is no excuse because performers like Diana Ross & Tina Turner can still knock it out of the park in worse conditions!

At A Cross Roads: Thinking Out Loud!

I’ve been sitting here, in all my free time, going over past posts and correcting spelling and grammar errors on my blog.

I’m telling ya! If I didn’t know it was me writing these entries, I’d think this guy had a great head on his shoulders and knows what he is talking about. Which is kind of a crock.

So I decided to submit an entry, while my mind is in a state of flux and at a crossroads.

That way whoever reads my blog knows I don’t always have the answers or know what I’m talking about. Allergy season is here and I've been taking over the counter meds with my prescription meds. I think I over did it. So this past Wednesday after I woke up with the chills and took a swig on Nyquil on top of the two Contact pills i took a few hours before. So around midnight I got up to go pray to the porcelain bowl then crawled back into bed. The rest of the night I tossed and turned sweating one minute, getting the chills the next and not sleeping.

At times like these, I realize, it sucks being alone. Don’t get me wrong Sasha is doing her job. When I’m moody and sad, she gives me kisses and cuddles with me to cheer me up. However, when I’m sick the little bitch wants nothing to do with me and goes to sleep on the sofa.

I ‘m getting to the point that maybe it's time for me to contemplate moving back home with Netty & Jack. Yes kids, lack of sleep makes me that delirious.

Jack keeps telling me on the car rides back to Haverhill to just say the word and I can come back home. Netty’s also mentioned it a few times. And while I have no major issues living with Jack, Netty is another story.

When I was released from the hospital, I spent the first two weeks at my parents’ house. It wasn’t pretty. I felt more isolated there than I did in my apartment in Haverhill. I also felt that with the loss of my car & licence, I also lost my independence. On top of that, staying at Netty’s house, I had to make even more concessions.

Netty is a very head strong, opinionated woman, who feels everything in that house is there because of her and belongs to her. There were several times I felt like telling her if it wasn’t for Jack and the money he earned, she probably wouldn’t have half the stuff in that house or even that house for that matter.

Not to poop all over Netty, I’m pretty pig-headed and stubborn myself. I think the two of us back under the same roof every day will be a disaster or disasters waiting to happen. And poor Jack will be stuck in the cross fires.

So I think right now, I’m going to my court date on Tuesday with all my medical records in tow. Hopefully that will go off without a hitch and the accident will be determined as a "no fault" accident.

And in the meantime I need to figure out what to do about my living situation. I need to assess the pros and the cons on going back home. Also I think I need to open up the lines of communication with Netty & Jack. Let them know my thoughts, feelings & fears without being offensive.

I know it going to be tough because I expect Netty, being 65, to play the age card right off the bat. I can hear her now, "I’m old and set in my ways." So I think I might take her age card and play it with my gay card. I’ll tell her we are the same age. Because being 35 is like being 65 in gay years. Alright, I honestly don’t actually think that, but being that we all know I spend a lot of time watching Law & Order, I will say whatever I need to win my case.
So those are the cons, but here are some pros.

First off, I'm going to be losing unemployment soon and disability is still a big question mark. So, I'm going to have to get a job that earns a decent paycheck. The good jobs are in Boston especially whereas I have no car. So being in Marblehead, it's an easier as well as cheaper commute.

Secondly, I know Netty will want to charge me rent if I come back home. I do agree that if I'm living there I should be paying something. Knowing she will charge me at least $25 to $50 week and knowing I can afford a little bit more, I think I'll offer to pay her the $350 a month that I'm paying now for my own apartment.

That way I can gain some leverage.

Because if I up the offer she will have to make concessions of her own. She will need to keep her opinions to a minimum. Also, she can not gossip about what a pain in the ass I am while I am in the house. Because she was busted red handed once by forgetting the shut the baby monitor off while venting. Just because there is no more baby monitor, that doesn't mean I don' t have other methods of hearing her bitch about me.

If she is caught talking or it gets back to me that she was talking about me, the rent deal will be null & void and I'll stay in Marblehead free of charge.

I feel this last rule will be the sticking point.

Oh No No No No!

They may be The New Kids on the Block; but this morning on The Today Show they sounded like The Old Men On The Plaza.

Sniff Sniff!

Sorry I missed a whole day of posts. Allergy season has finally caught up with me. I think I over did the cold medication Wednesday night & got even more sick. So yesterday was a stay in bed and watch DVDs day.

But not to fear I'm back up and around today and I'm sure will be making up for lost time.

Beside you know I got to post something a little later about the New Kids On The Block (NKOTB) on The Today Show!

I can't believe girls were lining up since Wednesday to see them!

The Emotions Are Still In Tact!

I just got 1985's An Early Frost from NetFlix. Oliver wants kill me for renting and/or watching these sentimental pictures like this. I have to admit I only recently saw it on TV Land. Since being diagnosised with HIV, I got off NetFlix because I am contemplating watching it with my parents. I have to say even though it was the first movie made about the AIDS epidemic and times have changed when it comes to treating the disease, the personal and family emotions hold up 23 years later.

Granted, I’m sure, I’ll have to remind Netty during the course of the movie of how far we’ve come in treating the disease. Also I remember since I’m watching it with my parents I can’t laugh like I did at Oliver and Michael when the dragged me to see Rent. You gotta admit the music in An Early Frost is a tad on the overblown melodramatic side.

But the main point I want to get through to my family is, the main character played by Adian Quinn may be sick at the beginning of the film, yet he doesn’t remain ill. That was a brave choice for NBC to show in 1985. That is a key point I want my family to understand; as I am not planning on going anywhere anytime soon either.

Another WTF Moment Brought To You By Ms. Spears!

Britney Spears' bad driving has put the troubled pop star back in the headlines after a fender bender on Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles on Tuesday. Spears was behind the wheel when her Mercedes-Benz SL65 rear ended a red sports utility vehicle in Beverly Hills. No injuries were reported and Spears refused to get out of her car, letting her bodyguard talk to the other female motorist and exchange insurance details.

The police were not called to the scene of the accident. The prang is the latest in a long line of little accidents for Spears - last year she was charged with a hit-and-run when she scraped another SUV while trying to park her Mercedes in a Van Nuys, California parking lot.

And just last month, the pop superstar reportedly caused a three-car pile-up on Los Angeles' Ventura Freeway after accidentally bumping another motorist in heavy traffic.

Ok so let recap I had ONE Accident hit 3 cars. She THREE HUNDRED in the past 2 years and can still drive.

WTF!

There's A Little Bit Of Broadway In Everyone!

So Here's this year's Tony Nominations!

(So I can say I'm multi-cultural & multi-faceted)

Best Play

August: Osage County

Author: Tracy LettsProducers: Jeffrey Richards, Jean Doumanian, Steve Traxler, Jerry Frankel, Ostar Productions, Jennifer Manocherian, The Weinstein Company, Debra Black/Daryl Roth, Ronald & Marc Frankel/Barbara Freitag, Rick Steiner/Staton Bell Group, The Steppenwolf Theatre Company

Rock 'n' Roll

Author: Tom StoppardProducers: Bob Boyett & Sonia Friedman Productions, Ostar Productions, Roger Berlind, Tulchin/Bartner, Douglas G. Smith, Dancap Productions, Jam Theatricals, The Weinstein Company, Lincoln Center Theater, The Royal Court Theatre London

The Seafarer

Author: Conor McPhersonProducers: Ostar Productions, Bob Boyett, Roy Furman, Lawrence Horowitz, Jam Theatricals, Bill Rollnick/Nancy Ellison Rollnick, James D'Orta, Thomas S. Murphy, Ralph Guild/Jon Avnet, Philip Geier/Keough Partners, Eric Falkenstein/Max OnStage, The National Theatre of Great Britain

The 39 Steps

Author: Patrick BarlowProducers: Roundabout Theatre Company, Todd Haimes, Harold Wolpert, Julia C. Levy, Bob Boyett, Harriet Newman Leve/Ron Nicynski, Stewart F. Lane/Bonnie Comley, Manocherian Golden Prods., Olympus Theatricals/Douglas Denoff, Marek J. Cantor/Pat Addiss, Huntington Theatre Company/Nicholas Martin/Michael Maso, Edward Snape for Fiery Angel Ltd.

Best Musical

Cry-Baby

Producer: Adam Epstein, Allan S. Gordon, Élan V. McAllister, Brian Grazer, James P. MacGilvray, Universal Pictures Stage Productions, Anne Caruso, Adam S. Gordon, Latitude Link, The Pelican Group, Philip Morgaman, Andrew Farber/Richard Mishaan

In The Heights

Producers: Kevin McCollum, Jeffrey Seller, Jill Furman, Sander Jacobs, Goodman/Grossman, Peter Fine, Everett/Skipper

Passing Strange

Producers: The Shubert Organization, Elizabeth Ireland McCann LLC, Bill Kenwright, Chase Mishkin, Barbara & Buddy Freitag, Broadway Across America, Emily Fisher Landau, Peter May, Boyett Ostar, Larry Hirschhorn, Janet Pailet/Steve Klein, Elie Hirschfeld/Jed Bernstein, Spring Sirkin/Ruth Hendel, Vasi Laurence/Pat Flicker Addiss, Wendy Federman/Jackie Barlia Florin, Joey Parnes, The Public Theater, The Berkeley Repertory Theatre

Xanadu

Producers: Robert Ahrens, Dan Vickery, Tara Smith/B. Swibel, Sarah Murchison/Dale Smith

Best Book of a Musical

Cry-Baby

Mark O'Donnell and Thomas Meehan

In The Heights

Quiara Alegría Hudes

Passing Strange

Stew

Xanadu

Douglas Carter Beane

Best Original Score (Music and/or Lyrics) Written for the Theatre

Cry-Baby

Music & Lyrics: David Javerbaum & Adam Schlesinger

In The Heights

Music & Lyrics: Lin-Manuel Miranda

The Little Mermaid

Music: Alan Menken/Lyrics: Howard Ashman and Glenn Slater

Passing Strange

Music: Stew and Heidi Rodewald/Lyrics: Stew

Best Revival of a Play

Boeing-Boeing

Producers: Sonia Friedman Productions, Bob Boyett, Act Productions, Matthew Byam Shaw, Robert G. Bartner, The Weinstein Company, Susan Gallin/Mary Lu Roffe, Broadway Across America, Tulchin/Jenkins/DSM, The Araca Group

The Homecoming

Producers: Jeffrey Richards, Jerry Frankel, Jam Theatricals, Ergo Entertainment, Barbara & Buddy Freitag, Michael Gardner, Herbert Goldsmith Productions, Terry E. Schnuck, Harold Thau, Michael Filerman/Lynne Peyser, Ronald Frankel/David Jaroslawicz, Love Bunny Entertainment

Les Liaisons Dangereuses

Producers: Roundabout Theatre Company, Todd Haimes, Harold Wolpert, Julia C. Levy

Macbeth

Producers: Duncan C. Weldon & Paul Elliott, Jeffrey Archer, Bill Ballard, Terri & Timothy Childs, Rodger Hess, David Mirvish, Adriana Mnuchin, Emanuel Azenberg, BAM, The Chichester Festival Theatre

Best Revival of a Musical

Grease

Producers: Paul Nicholas and David Ian, Nederlander Presentations Inc., Terry Allen Kramer, Robert Stigwood

Gypsy

Producers: Roger Berlind, The Routh-Frankel-Baruch-Viertel Group, Roy Furman, Debra Black, Ted Hartley, Roger Horchow, David Ian, Scott Rudin, Jack Viertel

Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific

Producers: Lincoln Center Theater, André Bishop, Bernard Gersten, Bob Boyett

Sunday in the Park with George

Producers: Roundabout Theatre Company, Todd Haimes, Harold Wolpert, Julia C. Levy, Bob Boyett, Debra Black, Jam Theatricals, Stephanie P. McClelland, Stewart F. Lane/Bonnie Comley, Barbara Manocherian/Jennifer Manocherian, Ostar Productions, The Menier Chocolate Factory/David Babani

Best Performance by a Leading Actor in a Play

Ben Daniels, Les Liaisons Dangereuses

Laurence Fishburne, Thurgood

Mark Rylance, Boeing-Boeing

Rufus Sewell, Rock 'n' Roll

Patrick Stewart, Macbeth

Best Performance by a Leading Actress in a Play

Eve Best, The Homecoming

Deanna Dunagan, August: Osage County

Kate Fleetwood, Macbeth

S. Epatha Merkerson, Come Back, Little Sheba

Amy Morton, August: Osage County

Best Performance by a Leading Actor in a Musical

Daniel Evans, Sunday in the Park with George

Lin-Manuel Miranda, In The Heights

Stew, Passing Strange

Paulo Szot, Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific

Tom Wopat, A Catered Affair

Best Performance by a Leading Actress in a Musical

Kerry Butler, Xanadu

Patti LuPone, Gypsy

Kelli O'Hara, Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific

Faith Prince, A Catered Affair

Jenna Russell, Sunday in the Park with George

Best Performance by a Featured Actor in a Play

Bobby Cannavale, Mauritius

Raúl Esparza, The Homecoming

Conleth Hill, The Seafarer

Jim Norton, The Seafarer

David Pittu, Is He Dead?

Best Performance by a Featured Actress in a Play

Sinead Cusack, Rock 'n' Roll

Mary McCormack, Boeing-Boeing

Laurie Metcalf, November

Martha Plimpton, Top Girls

Rondi Reed, August: Osage County

Best Performance by a Featured Actor in a Musical

Daniel Breaker, Passing Strange

Danny Burstein, Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific

Robin De Jesús, In The Heights

Christopher Fitzgerald, The New Mel Brooks Musical Young Frankenstein

Boyd Gaines, Gypsy

Best Performance by a Featured Actress in a Musical

de'Adre Aziza, Passing Strange

Laura Benanti, Gypsy

Andrea Martin, The New Mel Brooks Musical Young Frankenstein

Olga Merediz, In The Heights

Loretta Ables Sayre, Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific

Best Scenic Design of a Play

Peter McKintosh, The 39 Steps

Scott Pask, Les Liaisons Dangereuses

Todd Rosenthal, August: Osage County

Anthony Ward, Macbeth

Best Scenic Design of a Musical

David Farley and Timothy Bird & The Knifedge Creative Network, Sunday in the Park with George

Anna Louizos, In The Heights

Robin Wagner, The New Mel Brooks Musical Young Frankenstein

Michael Yeargan, Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific

Best Costume Design of a Play

Gregory Gale, Cyrano de Bergerac

Rob Howell, Boeing-Boeing

Katrina Lindsay, Les Liaisons Dangereuses

Peter McKintosh, The 39 Steps

Best Costume Design of a Musical

David Farley, Sunday in the Park with George

Martin Pakledinaz, Gypsy

Paul Tazewell, In The Heights

Catherine Zuber, Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific

Best Lighting Design of a Play

Kevin Adams, The 39 Steps

Howard Harrison, Macbeth

Donald Holder, Les Liaisons Dangereuses

Ann G. Wrightson, August: Osage County

Best Lighting Design of a Musical

Ken Billington, Sunday in the Park with George

Howell Binkley, In The Heights

Donald Holder, Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific

Natasha Katz, The Little Mermaid

Best Sound Design of a Play

Simon Baker, Boeing-Boeing

Adam Cork, Macbeth

Ian Dickinson, Rock 'n' Roll

Mic Pool, The 39 Steps

Best Sound Design of a Musical

Acme Sound Partners, In The Heights

Sebastian Frost, Sunday in the Park with George

Scott Lehrer, Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific

Dan Moses Schreier, Gypsy

Best Direction of a Play

Maria Aitken, The 39 Steps

Conor McPherson, The Seafarer

Anna D. Shapiro, August: Osage County

Matthew Warchus, Boeing-Boeing

Best Direction of a Musical

Sam Buntrock, Sunday in the Park with George

Thomas Kail, In The Heights

Arthur Laurents, Gypsy

Bartlett Sher, Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific

Best Choreography

Rob Ashford, Cry-Baby

Andy Blankenbuehler, In The Heights

Christopher Gattelli, Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific

Dan Knechtges, Xanadu

Best Orchestrations

Jason Carr, Sunday in the Park with George

Alex Lacamoire & Bill Sherman, In The Heights

Stew & Heidi Rodewald, Passing Strange

Jonathan Tunick, A Catered Affair

* * * Regional Theatre Tony Award

Chicago Shakespeare Theater

* * *Special Tony Award

Robert Russell Bennett (1894-1981), in recognition of his historic contribution to American musical theatre in the field of orchestrations, as represented on Broadway this season by Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific.

* * *Special Tony Award for Lifetime Achievement in the Theatre

Stephen Sondheim

* * *Tony Nominations by Production

In The Heights - 13

Rodgers & Hammerstein's South Pacific - 11

Sunday in the Park with George - 9

August: Osage County - 7

Gypsy - 7

Passing Strange - 7

Boeing-Boeing - 6

Macbeth - 6

The 39 Steps - 6

Les Liaisons Dangereuses - 5

Cry-Baby - 4

Rock 'n' Roll - 4

The Seafarer - 4

Xanadu - 4

A Catered Affair - 3

The Homecoming - 3

The New Mel Brooks Musical Young Frankenstein - 3

The Little Mermaid - 2

Come Back, Little Sheba - 1

Cyrano de Bergerac - 1

Grease - 1

Is He Dead? - 1

Mauritius - 1

November - 1

Thurgood - 1

Top Girls - 1

The show will be live on CBS on June 15th @ 8 EST.
They will be hosted by Tony Winner Whoppi Goldberg.

http://www.tonyawards.com/

Nice Lazy Day!

Here's another song where the lyrics fit my mood, when I'm to lazy to articulate what's going on in my head. Now since I got the graphics and YouTube mastered, I can just post a visual.

Whoops!

Actor Dennis Farina has issued a public apology following his arrest for felony weapons possession charges. The What Happens In Vegas star was arrested at Los Angeles International Airport on Sunday morning after a loaded gun was found in his briefcase. The star was charged with carrying a concealed weapon following the discovery of the .22 caliber, semi-automatic pistol. The former Chicago police officer was released on Sunday night after posting $35,000 bail. Farina says, "I apologize to anyone and everyone that I have caused any embarrassment or inconvenience to. It is my own stupidity to find myself in this embarrassing situation."

I Guess He Learned Nothing During His Two Season Tenure!

Wicked Good News!

I got some double good news today. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I had a biopsy done on my bum. First part of the good news, it came back negative. All good! The second part of that however was that there was not a trace of HPV(Human Papailloma Virus) or sometimes referred to as herpes. Which the nurse said meant it was misdiagnosis and so I never had it to begin with.

Woo Hoo!

Now if only they told me the HIV was a misdiagnosis. Well actually if I had to chose I’d rather keep the HIV and get rid of these friggin seizures. Since the HIV hasn’t caused major problems health wise.

Knock on Wood!

A Seven Letter Word That Begins With "B", That Describes Me!

I had my usual weekend over Netty & Jack’s to celebrate Mother’s Day with the family and Sean’s in-laws.

All was going well until Sean’s brother-in-law, Paul told us that we really needed to watch Extreme MakeOver: Home Edition that night. Now usually I’m a big wuss and avoid shows like this as if they were the plague. I’ll go run into another room and watch something frivolous on TV. But Paul went on to tell us the head of the Giunta family on tonight’s episode was a guy he was friendly with in college. So I felt obligated to watch.

To give a little of the Giunta’s story. The father was driving with his two boys to visit the mother in the hospital, who just gave birth to a third child (a daughter). The father got in a major car accident which left him brain dead as well as paralyzed. The two boys however were ok.
Unfortunately though their home was not handicapped accessible, so Dad had to move back in with his parents. Ever since then it was a two year struggle to get Dad back home with the family.

So the town of Maynard Mass submitted the Giunta’s story to ABC and Ty and Co. came and built the Giunta’s a new handicapped accessible home.

So I was lying there on the sofa making sure Netty doesn’t see my eyes welling up. What made me more upset is that fact, here I’ve been pissing and moaning about what I had to deal with the past couple months. Now I’m watching a show and the guy’s in a much shittier situation than myself.

So now I had to deal with these conflicted emotions. I felt lucky than my car accident wasn’t worse, but I also felt like a bastard because I’ve been moody about my less shittier ordeal.

I still have a long way to go to my own personal "extreme makeover!"

Another Joy Of YouTube!

Am I the only one who misses shows like this!?




I also have The Best of the Match Game in my NetFlix que.



And I was contenplating buying The Dean Martin Celebrity Roasts. But now thanks to YouTube, I can save the $9.95!

Happy Mother's Day!

You Know I Just Had To In Honor Of Mother's Day!

Keep On Truckin'! Not Giving Up!

Netty actually said something smart & encouraging last night that got me to think. She said, " If there wasn’t bad luck there would be no luck at all."

And this week it sure is true!

I made another venture into Boston on my quest for a more fulfilling life. I went to a meeting to test the water and naturally bad luck followed.

The big mistake I made was I told Netty I was in Boston via public transportation and after hours. So I wouldn’t have to leave the meeting early or rush to the 8:35 commuter rail back to Haverhill, I took my time to catch the 10:35.

All was said and good until I was on the train in Wakefield. That’s when the conductor said there was a freight train tip over at the Lawrence station. So we would be bussed from Andover to Haverhill. I didn’t walk in my door till 12:45 a.m.

While stressful, it was made more stressful knowing I was going to have to endure Netty’s Jewish/ Itallian guilt.

Lucky, when I got home there was enough space on my DVR that it recorded Cher & Tina Turner on Oprah! Just listen to these two old ladies talk about their struggles as well as the fact they are still working and performing at the same endurance as they did 30 years ago, inspired me.





I was lying in bed at six a.m. after letting Sasha out for a morning pee, I thought if I gave up now the seizures and all the other setbacks won. I was not about to be knocked down especially this early in the game. Also being that I suffer from illusions of grander, people could actually be reading my blog and I owe it to them to keep on truckin’. So that is what I intend to do. And to do it on my own terms & my own ways.

Remember: "Nothing lost, Nothing gained"

I bet you too would sound like Sally Field in Norma Rae if you were only running on three hours sleep. I have to prepare myself now for Oliver who I’m sure is going to start giving me that nickname.

Netty Knows: "It Twirled up!"

I think I’ve opened the flood gates! Netty was a bit concerned about me after my seizure spell Monday. I told about the spell Tuesday morning. As the day went on she’d call and check in on me like good mothers do.

Then to ease her concern I told her I had my methods of working through my frustration & anger (the blog). Naturally she asked how. So before I went any further I told her not to ask me where it is on line or if she could read it. You see Netty, like most parents, don’t get my generation’s sense of humor.

That last sentence is a play on a quote from 1990's Postcards From The Edge. I was in bed watching it Tuesday night. No, it wasn’t on TV! I deliberately put it in the DVD player to watch it.

While watching it I realized how much Netty and I are like the characters played by Shirley MacLaine & Meryl Streep, except without the booze and drugs.

Netty is the overbearing know it all, yet well meaning mother. She has to relate a situation or talk about herself to help her child through rough patches.

I, of course, am the smart ass defiant child who always has to throw past mistakes made by the mother onto the table. I’m always willing
to forgive, however just never seems to be able to forget.

So if Netty ever finds the blog, let’s hope she has the good sense to read the whole thing especially this post. That way she will know I love her and know I know she loves me & means well.

But also if she can step back and remove herself from some of the stories like I do, she’ll see they are pretty friggin funny.