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2. Put up new fence.
3. Get pregnant.
4. Pay off Haynes bill.
5. Buy one birthday or Xmas present a month.
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7. Install shed.
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Patience is the companion of wisdom.
   - Saint Augustine




Wednesday, April 30, 2003


The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Very High

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Well, I've found someone to help with the shot and hopefully T&D will be joining us for dinner tonight too. I doubt much will get done on the doors, but I'm hoping that at least I'll get something accomplished! :) By the way, did I mention how wonderful Chas and his dinner was last week??? Still left without the recipe for the veggie slaw (which is wonderful!) but one of these days I'll remember. Chas is always a charming host and excellent cook. I think one of these days we should have some kind of cook-off. The hard part is going to be finding non-biased judges!!





Guess the movie quote #4: "When he puts one of your in the hospital, you put one of his in the morgue. That's the Chicago way."




Tuesday, April 29, 2003


By the way, Diary of an Adulterous Woman by Curt Leviant was not worth the trouble. Very dry reading and not as fun a read as you would expect from the title. I don't expect I'll be looking for anything else from this writer.





Screening Party by Dennis Hensley

This was an outstanding book. I had a hard time putting it down and there are parts that I laughed until there were tears streaming down my face! And I really appreciated the insights of the Ivy-by-the-Pacific graduate, Dr. Beaverman. Each member of the “party” shows very similar characteristics to my gang here. So much so, that Screening Party just screams for us to do some of our own. By the way, Barnes & Noble have this book listed as Vol. 1 – so I’m hoping that there really will be a Vol. 2!

With each movie they screened, I ended up with a few notes jotted down and a few of my favorite lines to share with all of you, so here we go:

Jaws: The only thing I really had beef with the entire book happens while they are screening this film. “May I remind you all that this is Massachusetts,” asserts Marcus, our East Coast expert. “There’s nothing there but fat white people. Trust me, I’ve lived it.” Apparently he hasn’t or he’d know that isn’t true. Trust me, I lived there for 20 years and have seen lots of very hunky men and women there!!

St Elmo’s Fire: The comments on Demi Moore’s nakedness (not in the movie) were hilarious. Lauren’s closest to the magazine and therefore gets first gander. ‘Oh, my God,’ she gasps. ‘They should have called this movie ‘St. Elmo’s Brushfire’.’

Taxi Driver: Speaking of Jodie Foster (who’s 12 in this movie and plays a hooker); “I’m with you, Dennis,” says Ross. “Jodie’s never struck me as remotely sexy. If I had a thing for 12-year-olds, I would not have a thing for Jodie Foster.” “She gives child prostitution a bad name,” concludes Dr. Beaverman.

Pretty Woman: By far the best chapter in the book. This one had me dying in fits of laughter. Talking just after the part where Richard Gere and Julia Roberts have their fight about the polo match; Somehow the two of them make up. I’m not really sure how because Tony and I are too busy fantasizing about what Julia’s conferences with her high school guidance counselor must have been like. “Your aptitude test shows that you’d be good at rimming,” says Tony, taking on the tone of my fourth-grade teacher, Mrs. Grandstaff. “But stay away from triple penetrations because you scored low on multitasking,” I add.

9½ Weeks: I have never seen this movie and after reading the chapter on it, I want to, although I do NOT see the appeal of Mickey Rourke. But upon reading all the things that Mickey makes or wants Kim to do, I don’t understand why she decides to pass up on the opportunity. (Sorry, my freak side is showing.) Kim unwraps the gift – a beautiful gold wristwatch, which, Mickey tells her, she’s to look at each day at 12 o’clock and imagine him touching her. “There’s actually an inscription,” says Dr. Beaverman. “It’ll keep on ticking when you take a kicking.”

James Bond Movies: In this chapter, they have a contest rating all the different James Bonds. And let me tell you, it turned out EXACTLY as it should have. There really was no question, even when I began to read this chapter, who the winner was going to be. But that is really just my biased opinion and I’d be ranting if it didn’t turn out my way! :D

Sound of Music: Seems kind of sacrilegious to make fun of this movie, but I couldn’t help but laugh. I love this film, it's one of my favorites but the insights of Dr. Beaverman are spot-on and I love the interesting “fun facts” occasionally provided. On her way upstairs to change for dinner, Maria discovers that one of the rascally tykes has put a frog in her pocket. Not surprisingly, she hurls the scaly creature to the ground in horror, though I’m not exactly sure if she’s afraid of the frog or the embarrassing wah-wah sitcom music that accompanies the frog-throwing moment. It could easily be either. “Remind me to look for a disclaimer in the credits that says, ‘No frogs were harmed in the making of this film,’” I say, “but we did have to beat the shit out of Gretl a few times.”

Male Stripper Movies: The movies For Ladies Only and A Night in Heaven are the two that the party screens. I haven’t seen either movie and never intend to now. The best part about this chapter is the Chap Stick story. Trust me, it’s funny and disgusting, even for me.

Flashdance: A movie that I’ve seen and loathed. Jennifer Beale can’t act or dance. Talking about how many times they have seen this movie; “I’ve got you beat,” boasts Marcus. “When I was in college, I saw it 10 times.” “Of course you did,” says Ross. “It was probably a great place to pick up guys.” “This was before I knew I was gay,” says Marcus. “Wait a second. Stop the presses,” says Lauren. “You saw Flashdance 10 times and didn’t know you were gay?”

The Bodyguard: I’ve only seen bits and pieces of this movie, and I’m thankful for that. Though Whitney Houston is a better singer/actress than most, it’s still a pretty bad movie. “Who shoots a music video at their house?” wonders Lauren as Kevin and Whitney shake hands and size each other up. “I mean, she’s got all these dancers and grips running around and she’s surprised there’s cum on her bedspread?”

Basic Instinct: Much to the horror of Goddamn Thomas, I have never seen this movie (I’m not really a big Sharon Stone fan). But it does sound extremely interesting and I may just have to rent it. Again, Dr. Beaverman is too clever. “Has anyone considered that maybe she ties Michael Douglas up because he’s lousy with his hands?” suggests Dr. Beaverman.

Armageddon: I was wary in reading this chapter because I happen to like this movie (and I always tear up at the end), but I have to admit that it was funny. Commenting on the “animal crackers on the belly scene”, “They should have used McDonaldland cookies,” I say. “Oh, my God!” gasps Marcus. “We lost the Grimace in the Batcave. I’m sending Mayor McCheese in after him!” Then, as if the scene isn’t unsettling enough, it hits me that it’s Liv’s real-life dad, Steven Tyler of Aerosmith, singing on the soundtrack, thereby turning our sick little triangle into a sick little rectangle, or octagon if you count the whole band.

A Star is Born: I really enjoyed this chapter because I like seeing people rag on Barbra Streisand. I’m not a fan and find her too ostentatious for her own good. “It’s pretty hard to be in a scene with two black women and be the one with the bad Afro,” Lauren says…”She looks like a Swiffer,” I say. “I keep waiting for the 800 number to pop up on the bottom of the scene.”

Saturday Night Fever: A movie that cries out to be made fun of, even then. Don’t get me totally wrong, I have been a Travolta fan since his Sweathog days, but this movie is too funny to watch and just as fun to read about as others watch it. Before hitting the town, Travolta must endure a family dinner during which his impossible-to-please parents bombard him with criticisms like, “You should have been a priest like your brother.” “Ma, I’m gay,” says Tony, “but I’m not that gay.”

Cruising: I’ve never seen this movie, but it sounds intriguing. I may check it out at some point. But from the standpoint of our “Screening Party” people, it seems like it’s a bit of a letdown. Al gives in and lets his paramour lead the way to a clearing near a tunnel. Then Stuart asks Al how big he is, to which our undercover cop replies, “Party size.” Although I’m sure this is meant to imply that Al’s packing, I can’t help being reminded of the two-inch mini Snickers I gave out last Halloween.

Glitter: Nope, never seen it and hopefully never, ever, EVER will. Besides Mariah being totally overrated and knowing she should never have attempted to act, after reading this last chapter I know I will always change the channel when it comes on cable. There are too many lines within this section of the book to put here, but I’m going to put in one of my favorites. You’ll have to read it to understand it. “Tyra!” he shouts, stopping my heartbeat in its tracks. “What is up with that glitter stripe on her back?”






Haven't posted in a while. Apologies all around, especially to Tracy (whom I owe email to and promise to get that done this week!!!!). Let's see, what the hell has been happening. The cabinets are done and just waiting for me to put everything back in them. Most of the doors are halfway done. I hope that I will be able to finish those up tonight and tomorrow night. The one set of doors that goes above the stove are probably not going to be done by Thursday night dinner. I had to router the edges of the door (to help them blend in with the other doors - the cabinet above the stove is *not* the same as all the others.) and I still need to sand them, prime them, paint them, then stencil them. *whew* We're still doing a lot of work for the kitchen that will eventually all be torn out. Seems pretty silly, don't it? :) (of course, the tearing out part won't be for at least five years from now) All that has pretty much consumed the majority of my time.

Onto some very good news that I debated sharing with everyone, but I've decided that I would because most of the people who read this are my family. I went to the doctor's yesterday to find out whether or not the drugs did any good this time. THEY DID!!!! Now, they didn't do as much as they probably would have for a "normal female" (but let's face it, I'm more gay male than hetero female :) ) but they did work. So now, on Wednesday, I have a shot that I have to give myself - but am going to try to find someone else to help with it because I won't be able to do it myself and Steve can't handle needles - and then we have to have sex (duh) that night and for the next few days (ain't that a damn shame!! :) ). So keep your fingers and toes crossed, but don't get your hopes too high. I'm not.






Guess the movie quote #3: "Isn't that just like a filthy wop? Brings a knife to a gunfight."




Wednesday, April 23, 2003


Okay, the cabinets are still not done. They have been primed, but there are a few places I'm going to need to use a better "hiding" primer before actually painting. But let me assure you, they *will* be done by the time Bob hosts dinner next week!! We may even *gasp* have the doors on. Of course, that's assuming I have time this weekend for the doors. :) I just love home improvement shit, don't you? :)





Guess the movie quote #2: "Somebody messes with me, I'm gonna mess with him."




Tuesday, April 22, 2003


Another weekend has gone by and it's just another day in the office. For those who don't know, I'm back on the fertility drugs again. I think they are working a little better this time, as I was extremely emotional this morning for no good reason. I go back to the doc again next Monday to find out for sure. Keep your fingers crossed.

Bowling this past Sunday was fun, if only because we went up against Mike, Bob (a.k.a. Vivian), Darrell, and Debbie. We lost all seven (well, we gave them all seven really :P ) and that helped them move back up to second place. I hope they do well next week against Candy and Barry! This weeks dinner is at Chas's little house on the creek and I'm looking forward to it. Honey Baked Ham............hmmmmmmmmmmm. I can eat the hell out of that stuff!! :) And we all really missed Chas this past weekend too. I'm glad to see that he had a good time though. Brunch just wasn't the same! :)






Guess the movie quote: "It stinks worse than a whore house at noon."




Friday, April 18, 2003


The movie for this weeks quotes: Half-Baked. Not a terribly good movie, but funny as hell, especially if you've ever had Mary Jane. :)





I'll forgive you this time Michael. Next time you will be in deep trouble! :)




Thursday, April 17, 2003


Dinner last night at Joe's was really good!! Chicken enchilladas, refried beans and rice. Couldn't ask for a more carb filled dinner that tasted so divine! :) Yeah, we start the diet again today and get some more damn exercise. The hubby and I have been slacking a little too much lately. But it's hard to resist the wonderful things that our friends cook!!! :) I'm hoping that Tony tries the carb-blockers and tells me that they work so I can get some! :D It was such a lovely night last night too. We stayed outside all night, eating, talking, taking jabs, talking.





Guess the movie quote #4: "I never thought I'd say this to anyone, but you guys smoke entirely too much reefer."





JENNY? DO I HAVE TO HURT YOU MICHAEL??




Wednesday, April 16, 2003


How ghetto can you get? Our HR Director (dubbed Boo-boo the Fool) had around her neck a silver chain (and I mean CHAIN, like a dog's leash chain!) with a key and padlock hanging from it. I wanted to badly to go up to her and ask her if she was into BDSM. Of course, if she were, she wouldn't have had the key. So I'm betting that she just thought it looked good. No, honey, it looks tacky and so unprofessional at an all staff meeting!!





Guess the movie quote #3: "You ever ran backwards through a corn field naked??"




Tuesday, April 15, 2003


Finished reading Tommy's Tale by Alan Cumming. Not too bad of a book, very quick read. I'm not sure that I liked it over all, though I think that has more to do with his style of writing. It also made me wonder how much of it was autobiographical.





Guess the movie quote #2: "You have officialy smoked yourself retarded."





How sad is this: 53%!! I'm more gay than Goddamn Thomas! Hahahahahaha.....




Monday, April 14, 2003


Guess the movie quote (new): "Kenny called, He's in jail... didnt leave a # sincerely, the guy on the couch."





The weekend went fairly well. Did get a few things accomplished around the house, plus other activities involving the hubby! :) Bowling on Sunday sucked. And I mean sucked!! We were swept by the last place team. And even though everyone on the last place team are wonderful people, I'm still a little bitter. But more with myself than them. But it will be okay. I'll make up for it next week when we bowl Michael and Vivian. Chas gave me some very good tips and help that I will be practicing this coming Saturday. Not that I don't want to see Michael and the rest win first place, but dammit I am not going to get swept again!!!!





The movie for the past 4 quotes: Gone in 60 Seconds (2000). If you have never seen it, do. If only to see all the really fuckin' cool cars. 'Specially Eleanor.




Friday, April 11, 2003


Guess the movie quote #4: "If his premature demise has in some way enlightened the rest of you as to the grim finish below the glossy veneer of criminal life, and inspired you to change your ways, then his death carries with it an inherent nobility. And a supreme glory. We should all be so fortunate. You can say -Poor Toby- ,I say -Poor us-."




Thursday, April 10, 2003


And for those (Bob) who may try to call the house tonight: the phones will be turned off. We're going to have a very quiet, very cuddling night. Call me tomorrow, *kisses*.





**Caution Ahead**

For some strange reason, I was on an emotional rollercoaster today and what follows here is what I term as an emotional ranting and raving from my disease soaked, self-loathing, plain ‘ol fucked up mind. Please be aware that I am not, repeat NOT, looking for any kind of sympathy, validation, pity, attention, etc. This ranting is just shit in my head that needed an outlet. And it’s kind of long. You have been warned.

I’ve been thinking today and taking a total stock of my life. Where I am, where I’m going, where I’ve been, what I need, what I want, who I am, who I want to be, when will I feel complete? It’s the last question that seems to be haunting me in the back of my mind. Do I need or want a child to help feel that way? Do I need the job of my dreams (whatever the hell that really could be) to feel complete? Money? Home? Attention? Control? Friends? Love?

Let’s take serious stock of what I have:

Child – None, and this is more depressing with each passing day. Either that or my emotions are getting the better of me because I want one so much it hurts down to my very soul.
Job – The one I have is adequate, but not what I want to be doing in five years. I doubt that I will ever have the job of my dreams, because I’ll never know what that would entail. I’d love to be an accountant, but do I have the patience to finish school and get to that place? I doubt it.
Home – Not my dream home, but my own home nonetheless.
Attention – I suppose I can get it pretty much whenever I need it.
Control – I have to ask whether this is really that important to me. No, not really.
Friends – Yes, the kind that would give you the shirt of their back if you needed it. More on them later.
Love – Yes, hubby and friends. Family, sure, but because they have to. Long story there that I don’t think I’m emotionally mature enough to tell, never mind handle given the time to really think about it all.

The hubby. I love him so much it hurts just not being able to talk to him, never mind when he goes away. Why the fuck did I have to get involved with another man in the Navy??? Glutton for punishment, I think. I never thought that I even could love someone so much. But there are times I find myself questioning his love for me and when (not if) he’s going to leave me for a younger woman. That’s the one thought that is repetitive in my mind. I wish it would just go away, but it taunts me and makes me feel inadequate as a wife and as a woman. Not being able to give him the child I know that he desperately wants (and he admittedly fears having) makes this even worse. My heart tells me that he would not leave me, but my mind is so full of self-doubt and self-loathing to keep that thought at bay.

I hate who I am and I hate my life. No, I don’t really hate my life, because there are so many good aspects to it. It’s just my lack of self-esteem that needs to be driven from my mind. I need a good therapist.

I just feel so sappy today. What the hell is going on with my emotions? I normally only get this emotional just before my period. But that isn’t due for another week and a half. Maybe it’s coming early. Which would be just fine, since I’m just waiting for that first day so that I can call the doctor and try another dosage of the fertility drug. Which is a frightening thought in and of itself. It didn’t work last time, so they are going to up the dosage and try it again. If it doesn’t work this time, I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to put up with the heartache of not being able to get pregnant. I'm not nearly as strong as people think I am. For those people who have never experienced what it’s like to try and try and have one failure after another in the attempt to just get pregnant, have no way to understand the pain that one feels in your heart and in your mind. I know that my friends are supportive and sympathize with my struggle (and I appreciate each one of them), but they don’t know, ya know?

And it doesn’t help when one friend, Sharon (who is my oldest friend, but with whom I would love to lose touch with sometimes) says that maybe it’s better that way. Fucking bitch has no concept of what she’s saying. She has never and most likely will never know what that longing is like. I doubt that she even knows what love really is or how much it can hurt. She has no passion in her life so cannot feel the joys and pains that come with real, true love…of anything.

Speaking of friends, there are lots of things that I have never said aloud. Either to the hubby or any of my friends, specifically about them. But the urge to tell all is too strong right now to ignore. I just hope that I don’t say something that will be taken the wrong way.

Steven: Even though I know you will never read this, I still had to put it here. I love you with every fiber of my being. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you if asked. My one wish in life is that we stay together, with the same love and passion that we have now.

Tracy & Jeff: I envy you and your lives. I’m envious of your happiness and contentment with the way your lives are. You are both so special and everyone around you can see it. You will never be without friends, especially me. I wish there were a way to bottle you up and take you with me wherever we end up in the future. I miss you more than words could ever say and my love for the both of you will never go away.

Joe, Michael, Todd, Darrell, and Tom: You all are brothers (and sisters!) to me. As you may know, I have two blood-related older brothers, but I was never close to either one and one I’d like to forget exists. You know the saying that you can chose your friends but you’re born with your family. If I were able to actually choose my family, you all would be it. No one could ask for a more wonderful and diverse family. You each have a quality about you that makes you so special in my eyes.

Bob: You are the big sister I never had but always longed for. You have an uncanny ability to make me laugh even when I don’t want to. You and I have a common ground that enables us to understand each other better than most. No matter whatever happens in the future, you will always be in my heart.

Tony: This may sound silly, but you are like a second mother to me. You have wisdom about you that my own mother has never passed on to me. Not to mention that you have all the best tips and helpful hints that you really need to start your own column (Heloise has nothing on you!).

Chas: This is absolutely NOT in relation to how old you are because you should know that your age is irrelevant to how I feel about you, so please don’t take this the wrong way. You are like the grandfather I’ve never known. Both of my grandfathers died, one before I was born and the other before I turned 6, and I think I missed out on a lot. You are intelligent, funny, kind, big-hearted, gentle, full of great stories, and full of love for other people and life that is my epitome of a grandfatherly type. I hope you understand where I'm coming from. And I dare anyone to say an unkind word about you. They’ll have to answer to me...and it won’t be pretty.

I think I’m about done now. I’ve been crying off and on all day (lovely to do at work let me tell you), and reading this over makes that worse. There is a lot more that I could say, but I don’t think I can right now. One of these days I’ll feel strong enough to tell more about my blood-related family, but this is not the day for that. Suffice it to say, there is a lot of love lost there. And a lot of love wanted there.






Last night was the birthday bash for the hubby. I wanted to again thank everyone for their part in helping with the deception and mischieviousness in getting his surprise done right. I never really knew how oblivious he really was. :) And no, he didn't take the cards with him to work. I did and the girls loved them!!

Along the lines of what Michael wrote today: I too realized last night that just being around everyone always lifts my spirits, despite the mood I let myself get into. And Michael, your welcome and we love you too!!

To all: You may be only one person in the world, but you may be the world to one person.






Guess the movie quote #3: "How's a guy who can't speak going to take a call?"




Wednesday, April 09, 2003


Guess the movie quote #2: "Well well well...what do you pay your pit crews with? Oreos and gummi bears?"




Monday, April 07, 2003


Ok, so WHY HAS MICHAEL NOT BLOGGED IN TWO WEEKS??? Damn that man, doesn't he know that we all hang on every word, and wait for the day that he posts about one of the hot Navy guys around his workplace has made a pass at him??? :D

And let's not forget about Vivian, who needs to blog too!!!






What the hell is the point of having a committee to do things for you if you aren't going to let the committee do anything??? Really, what is the point? Sorry, but I'm still a little ticked off about something that happened at bowling. Makes me even happier that I am NOT bowling this summer. But I hope that everyone has a good time at the banquet. We won't be there.





Guess the movie quote: "You look like a ghetto smurf."




Friday, April 04, 2003


Guess the movie quote #2: "Unfortunately Mr. Henessey, i don't know how to fake killing 4000 people, so we're just gonna hafta do it for real..."




Thursday, April 03, 2003


Guess the movie quote (new): "You know what they say when you make an assumption? You make an ass out of you and umption."





We ended up having Bob over for dinner last night (that and he wanted to play a little tennis against the scary lesbian and Miss Perky Tits!). We also had an, um, interesting conversation. Made me start to think about astrological signs (damn Sirena). Bob and I are both Leos, so I can understand his feelings and point of view on a lot of things. We're both control freaks and Bitches (and that is with a capital, believe me!). What a great combination! :) No wonder Bob is the hubby's other wife, he knows how to handle us! Hehehehe...





The movie that no one knew: Airheads.




Tuesday, April 01, 2003


Things are going here. We've been talking about getting a puppy. A male puppy, so no calling him Anastasia Marie!! We've narrowed it down to 5 types of dogs thus far: Beagle, Brittany, Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Cocker Spaniel, or a Golden Retriever. I'm hoping we end up with either the Cocker or the Golden Retriever. Anyone wanna vote on it? :) The only things the hubby and I agreed upon was no yippie dogs and no really large dogs (though I really want a Great Dane!). I also know that Tish is looking forward to having her own dog to torment and dominate over.





Guess the movie quote #5 (and last chance): "He wipes his ass with his record contract, I love this guy!"