MEMORIAL DAY IS OVER

OK, I am not anti Memorial Day; but it is over and I did not visit the grave sites I wanted to. I think we should pay our respects to our deceased relatives and to the servicemen and women who have given their lives so we have the opportunity to live as we do today. Felix and I got busy on Friday night and haven't really slowed down until now.

Oh, we did get in our fair share of naps. And we got in our fair share of meals and Bar B Que as well. And we didn't even leave our own backyard. Well, that is, not by more than 10 miles. We had thought of making another of our weekend trips; but considering the traffic on the highways, staying at home made sense. Have I ever told you how much I love that man? I do, ya know.

I had been wanting to research the topographical terrain of this county for years. Well, on Saturday evening I finally found a program that did that and much more. It is called "Keyhole". This program gives you streaming video from the U. S. Geological Survey and is comprised of satellite views of the planet Earth. Yes, the whole Earth.

The default (starting) view is of the planet from way out in space. If I were that far out in space (hold your remarks, I am being serious), I would be scared that I would never get home. I mean this program is fantastic. And, to top the whole thing off, you can rotate the Earth to see Asia, Europe and both poles. I have zoomed in on an aircraft carrier in San Diego, zoomed in on Buckingham Fountain in Chicago, I can almost see in the windows of the apartment buildings in Chicago. I have zoomed down on Big Ben in London and in on Washington, D.C. The only disappointing thing about the program is that it is not in real time. Boy, that would be fantastic; but somehow I imagine that the U. S. Government can see our activities in real time.

You can not see the writing on license plates, so it is impossible to identify each and every vehicle on the roads; but what you do see is amazing. I spent Saturday night until 3:00 AM Sunday morning playing around with this program. I spent many hours on Sunday looking at every thing I could think of, looking in people's back yards and being a snoop in general. Oh yes, by the way, I did find the information I was looking for about the topography of the county.

Now, what have I said that should interest you? I think, with all this modern technology that is available to the government, they know too much about us. Our privacy has been compromised. No where in history have we citizens of the United States signed over our rights to privacy. It has been taken from us, in the name of technology. Now, don't get your panties all bundled up, I am not against technology; in fact, I am a strong advocate of technology; but what gives me the willies is to know that a satellite that is thousands of miles away, in outer space, can see us in our own backyards. Should the government be able to know who we entertain in our backyards or who is visiting us and has their car parked in our driveways?

So what if I happen to kiss the cute boy I am making BBQ for, does the government have the right to know and see that? There are two versions of Keyhole available on the net. One version is available for a 10 day free trial and sells a one year subscription for under 30 bucks. Another, much more professional and detailed version sells for $600 and probably shows everything including the bulge in your pants. Gentlemen, our privacy has been compromised. You need not come out of the closet, George W. Bush and his government already know what is in your closet.

OK, enough of the commercial. If you wonder what I am ranting about, check out the free 10-day free trial. I promise you wide eyes of amazement.

Poor Felix has to go back to work in the morning. That sucks. But that is the life of a working man. The whole company would come crashing down around his ears, if he were not there in the morning. I hope each of you have had a good holiday weekend, enjoyed your share of BBQ and bois. Well, for the girls, I hope you enjoyed more girls. Or bois and girls, whatever. Hopefully, I will be tapping the keyboard at you tomorrow night. Until then.......

DON'T LET YOUR MEAT LOAF.

I GIVE, YOU WIN--NOT FAIR

Why does he give in so easily? Why do I feel so guilty? Does he plan it that way?

I am talking about Felix; why does he give in to my picks for restaurants so easily. Tonight I told him that I was buying supper and he could pick any restaurant he wanted, as long as I would not be forced into eating beef. We wound up at one of my favorite Chinese places because I like a particular dish there. Truth be known, Felix hates the place. So why does he cater to me?

When he does this I am very well aware of his giving in to me. After a while that makes me feel guilty. Why does ne do this? I know he loves me and he knows I love him. Again, truth be known, I couldn't exist without Felix. Within six months of no Felix, I would be dead. Not only does he mean that much to me; but because of how much he does for me. However, I do not expect him to put his desires on the back burner like that.

When he got home from work tonight, I told him that today was one of my better days. I was ready to enjoy the evening. Felix said he wanted to go eat and then come home at take a nap. Well, OK; but that is not really taking advantage of what the evening could offer us.

Life is more complicated than we think. The interaction with other people is not something that should be taken for granted. Our relationship with each other should be one of the most important things in our lives. After all, there are people who you may meet only once in your lives. Why not make a good impression the first time? Why allow them to think of you in a nagative way? How we treat people is how we will be treated by those people. Whether we know it or not, the "golden rule" is in practice every day. You may not believe it or even give two cents about it; but if you take the time to care to understand what the other person is saying you will be understood by them when you have the chance to speak.

Life is more than a give and take proposition. It is an understanding situation. If you don't take the time to understand what the other person is saying, or allow them to do something for you, or give you something of themselves; you are the ultimate looser. Believe me, I have been there a few times and I regret those times.

SHORT AND SWEET

I just read Felix's posts for the last two days. It seems that he had the same problem I had in getting the Blogger program to post what he wrote. Only he was able to recover his lost post, I couldn't.

As I have said before, Felix works with these stupid computers all day and it really sucks when he comes home and has to debug his own computer. Or worse, mine. I really hate to ask him a computer question; because I know he is up to the ears with computer user questions all day. I can understand that very well, I felt the same way when I had an electrical problem when I got home.

In fact, it just sucks to have to work for a living. We all should have been born into rich families with large financial endowments. I am talking about money, folks, not the endowment you have in your pants. I think everyone of us would want to have more in that regard. A six incher is nice; but a twelve incher would be even better. Just think, if you had twelve inches in your pants, you wouldn't need anyone else to get a great blow job. You could just bend a little and do the job yourself. I have had dreams where I gave myself a blow job, only to wake up and find that it was a dream. What a letdown.

I hope that Felix feels like getting away for a bit this weekend. I really think he deserves to get away from the house, the kids and work. "Kids" meaning our cats. A cat can take care of itself for a couple of days. Not like a dog, they are lost if they don't have a human feed them. Besides, they shit in the house. All of our cats are litterbox trained. Momma cat taught her children well. We could go off for a two day weekend and not worry about them being well fed; but we would worry about them anyway. They are not "pets", they are our kids.

I am thinking of a short trip to one of Felix's favorite restaurants. We used to make these trips and include an overnight stay in a motel; but there is so damn much to drag along these days, I am not sure that would be expedient. We will just have to see what Felix has to say about that.

Short post, sort of like my dick. More later.

PETS

I took early retirement last year and thought I would do this and that to keep me busy and well satisfied. It just didn't work out that way. I am more bored than anything else. If it weren't for six cats I would go nuts. Yep, that's what I said, six cats. Felix and I have six of the best cats in the world. We adopted one cat from the humane society about six years ago. He became our one and only little boy; but after a while he seemed to be lonely. We thought he needed company; but were afraid to introduce another cat into the house.

Last June, we began to see another cat spending time on our patio. Our little boy began to take interest. It may have been a sexual thing; but he had been nutered before we got him so I don't really think he wanted sex. It turns out that our visitor was already pregnant. She seemed to be a stray; but looked too svelt to be the normal stray cat. She looked to be some sort of purebred cat. Anyway, we fed her and I built a small house for her to have her kittens in. She wouldn't have anything to do with it, she wouldn't even go near it.

Felix began to wory about her, and our little boy began to look forward to her showing up and begging for food. To make a long story short, Felix picked her up and brought her inside. She roamed around the house and seemed unafraid. This led us to believe she had been booted out of her house because she had become pregnant. Now, why would someone do that? Some irresponsible asshole threw her out because she got pregnant; but if that asshole had any intelligence at all, they would have realized that it was their fault for letting her roam outside. I believe if you want to have a pet cat, you should keep the cat inside. There are just too many dangers to allow your pet cat to roam. Besides, if your cat needs to be spayed or nutered, do it. There are too many unwanted kittens out there.

We took her in, made a home for her in our basement and confined the little boy to the upstairs. In two days, we were presented with four of the cutest little darlings you have ever seen. I tried to adopt the kittens out; but every agency I called said they had more kittens than they knew what to do with. Now you know why we have six cats. They will be one year old next month. Felix is planning to have a party for them with a special meal of Star Kist Tuna. Don't misunderstand, they eat well now; but people-grade tuna will be special for them.

The six cats are what entertain me all day. If it weren't for the six little darlings, I would not know what to do. They know their names; but seldom come when called. They have individual personalities and are so much fun to watch. They interact with each other in a very predictable way. Once you know their personality you can predict their actions and reactions. Felix used to be a dog person; but is now as dedicated to our six cats as I am. We love our little felines and pamper them as though the were human children. In fact, we even refer to them as "the kids".

You know how horny you get if you don't have sex on a regular basis? Is it fair for your pets to be horny? I don't suggest you be "fixed"; but - -

SPAY OR NUETER YOUR PETS.

NOT MUCH TO TALK ABOUT TONIGHT

There really isn't much to talk about tonight. I have been watching Modern Marvels on The History Channel. Very interesting show about logging. Those men are very brave, strong and dareing. There is no way I would ever have done such things as ride logs down a river or trust the rigging cables as they did/do. All it takes is one slip and your are instantly dead. Responsible forest management is going to be the answer in the future. Safety is more than the number one job in this field. I was impressed by what I saw.

Life in our house today was very hum drum. I visited the dentist, as planned. She did a filling on a wisdom tooth. I didn't know that much work was necessary, most of my day was spent in tooth care. It took three injections of pain killer to make that area of my mouth numb. I hate it when she has to do that; because there is always pain as the numbed nerves awaken. Sharp, shooting pain. Supper this evening was an experience. Almost every bite of food was accompainied by a moan of pain.

Tomorrow, or make that, later today; I am going to grill more chicken feet. I hope they turn out as tasty as those I did on Sunday.

My next project around the house is to make a live action DVD video. I am going to try to record live action to the TiVo drive and then make a DVD from that. I don't know if I am going to need a video editing software or not. Those programs can get expensive. I would like to keep the expenses on this project to the cost of the DVD disk, if possible. I hope the camera can do the editing. If I am lucky, it will work.

After that, I want to put up a new antenna for my radio station; but there are two obstacles to overcome. Aesthetics and Felix. Felix is afraid the place will look junky with another antenna and I must agree with him. I need to see this antenna before I make the decision to proceed with it. Another thing I need to consider is the neighbors. Damn, why should other people be able to tell me what I can do on my property? They shouldn't; but we do have a homeowner's association in this subdivision although many other homes have dish antennas on their roofs. All I want is a simple wire running from the front yard to the back yard; but if it is easily seen, I don't want to erect it. I am just as concerned with looks of the property as Felix.

It is late and I am sleepy. I had to get up early for the dental appointment so I am going to go to bed and hope tomorrow, make that today, is a better day. No tooth pain. See ya.

TONIGHT, TONIGHT; WILL IT WORK TONIGHT

Since Blogger managed to lose my post yesterday, I will try to make this post cover new material and the lost post.

I just read Felix's post. Fairy Land, indeed. Sometimes I wonder about my boi. Oh, and Dew has a picture of ramen noodles on his ViewDew.Com site. What in the world was he thinking? Chicken noodle soup, maybe; but ramen noodles, no way, princess. You may be cute, but there is no way you can make me eat that.

Sunday, as Felix said, I fixed a bunch of chicken drumsticks on the grill and then doused them with Jack Daniels Original BBQ sauce. Felix has already told the world how good they were. My little fairy princess didn't lie, they were fantastic. This was one of the few times I have done chicken on the grill. I am a pork steak man, with KC Masterpiece BBQ sauce on them; but I outdid myself with the chicken. Never heard of pork steaks? it is a St. Louis, Missouri thing. Just like brats are a Milwaukee thing and Chicago Red Hots are a Chicago thing. I love them all.

We, and probably 50% of the gay population of the United States, watched Queer As Folk last night. Felix was surprised at the double episode we were treated to. He gets up at 5:00 AM and staying up late for QAF took a toll on my little guy. He managed to stumble out of bed and make it to work; but from what he says, he sure wanted to lean back and catch a few Zs this afternoon. Felix is an Information Specialist so he does not have the advantage of being able to do that. He, also, is the head man around this house for computer problems. I make them, he fixes them.

There was a day when I taught Felix all I knew about computers. That was back in the 80286 days. Now, he is way ahead of me on hardware and software. When I need an upgrade to my system, I always check with Felix and take him with me to buy the item. I am the elcctrical guru, Felix is the computer whiz. Believe me, I trust him more than I trust any store salesperson. Felix knows he has to maintain the item, so he makes very sure it will work for us.

I am still planning a trip to the wine country of Missouri for some authentic German food. If you have the opportunity to visit Hermann, MO. stop in at the Vintage Restaurant at the Stone Hill Winery. Not only do they have award winning wine, they have excellent authentic German food. Also, I want to make a trip to the KC Masterpiece Restaurant for their Beef Burnt Ends. Hey, it is excellent. Their ribs are great, too. I like almost everything on their menu. You can tell, not only am I a big BBQ fan, I am just a big fan of food in general. I like to eat. Most folks eat to live, my doctor says I live to eat. He just may be right.

I have a damn dental appointment in the morning. I like my dentist, she is a cute little lady and I was the electrical contractor that wired the entire building. I guess you could say that I have a vested interest in the place. That was over 22 years ago. Gee, how quickly time goes by.

Felix wants TV dinners for tomorrow night when he gets home. Wow, what cuisine. I guess I will oblige him; because I am beginning to hate cooking. I love eating; but the preparation and cleanup is the pits. All that standing in front of the range or the counter in preparation of the food really gets my back hurting. When I did the BBQ on Sunday afternoon, I pulled a lawn chair up to the grill and did the cooking while sitting down. Am I getting old, or what? I don't like to admit it; but I am getting old. From a conversation a couple of hours ago, I think I am getting senile, too.

We were discussing nuclear reactors; which state had the first nuclear reactor and now has the most online reactors. Do you know which state? Illinois. One would not think of Illinois; but we are the state with 9 active nuclear reactors serving the northern portion of the state. Downstate gets its power from good old dirty coal; but not Illinois coal. It comes in from Montana, North Dakota or somewhere out west. Anyway, I couldn't remember the name of Enrico Fermi. Would you believe it? I couldn't remember Fermi's name. Damn, I felt like a fool. The Manhattan Project was developed under the stadium seats at the University of Chicago. "The Manhattan Project", you know, the big booms over Japan in 1944. I hope the world never comes to that stage again or mankind will be it's own destruction.

I had an aunt who was afraid of nuclear power for electrical generation. She said that she was afraid she would get radiated or something when she turned on the lights in her house. I asked if her fingers got dirty or wet when she flipped the switch. After all, some electricty comes from coal fired generators and some from hydro-electric generators. It doesn't make a diddles bit of difference where the electricty comes from. This hysteria over nuclear power is just pure wives tale. My only complaint is that we need to get our collective asses in gear and figure out a true breeder reactor or learn how to dispose of nuclear waste properly. The world to come will be powered by nuclear power, no doubt about that. We are running out of fossil fuel, coal and oil and the rivers and waterways are not capable of supplying enough hydro-electric power.

Oh, by the way, you can ditch the idea of gasoline powered automobiles. New vehicles will have to be electric powered. I don't know which idea will be the one to succeed; but, as I said, we are running out of oil. We can't keep making war on the mid east just to take their oil from them, it just isn't right. There, that is my political statement for the day.

Remember the slogan of the hippies; MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR, and do it often.

LOST ANOTHER POST

Well, I lost another long post, thank you Blogger. it was a long post and I don't feel like retyping the damn thing.

Maybe tomorrow.

SATURDAY, SLEEP LATE

Yeah, sure. Felix got me up about 8:00 AM. That is not late for me. Being retired, I have been sleeping till 10 AM or even noon; but not today. Felix needed to fill his tummy so it was off to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Felix did the honors of picking up the tab. He had a "sunrise surprise" which had a dish of grits with it. I don't know how he downs that stuff, I hate grits. Today, I outdid myself with "eggs in a basket" and cherry pancakes. This will be the fourth week in a row that I have had the cherry pancakes; but the first time for the eggs in a basket. Never heard of eggs in a basket; well, I figured they were the same as what my grandmother used to make for me. But she called them "one eyes" I was right and they were good.

You take a slice of bread, cut out a 2" circle in the middle. Put that in a skillet and break an egg in the hole. Then cook according to your desire. I like them over easy, and that would be the normal way of doing this dish. When I was a teenager, I used to eat 4 and sometimes 5 one-eyes with a half pound of bacon. Now, that was really a filling breakfast. I am glad to see Cracker Barrel carrying on the tradition of the old one-eye.

After breakfast Felix had a dental appointment. I drove him to the dentist and slept in the car while he had his teeth cleaned. Then we went to a new BBQ joint called Bully's. Neither of us were sure it was still in business. It opened last year; but this location is well known for new restaurants that open and close within a year. I don't know what is going on, unless it just is the location. It is on a main drag through town and should have lots of traffic past the place. Since I am supposed to cut down on red meat, I had the smoked turkey platter with BBQ sauce on it and Felix had the traditional pulled pork platter. The meal was not bad, I would go back; but since I had eaten so much for breakfast, I wasn't really that hungry. About a fourth of my meal was left and I felt bad about that. That is not usual for me to leave food on the plate; but I just couldn't down the whole thing.

We returned home and each took naps. Both of us were full to the brim. Felix woke up and retreated to his office in the lower level to surf the net for pictures of naked bois and pay bills. If I know Felix, he did a bit of whacking off as well. One of these days, I am going to hide a very small TV camera down there and watch him and record it on a DVD. Just at the big moment, I will call him on the telephone and ask if it was as good for him as it was for me. LOL. He will kill me. Man, I wish I could still pull my pud; but the cancer surgery took care of that. I wish it had eliminated the desire; but that is still as strong as ever. Trust me, it is frustrating.

As Felix hid in his office, I hid in mine. I got two programming books for that transmitter that I had been working on and now I can only find one. They were identical, so everything got done; but I still want the spare book and I can't find it anywhere in this entire house. I even searched the car this afternoon. OK, I admit that I have a habit of losing things. Maybe I should say that I misplace things, that sounds better. The truth is I lost the damn book.

I am still hungry for BBQ. There is a KC Masterpiece Restaurant out in St. Louis County and I love their BBQ. I am hungry for "Burnt Ends of Beef; but that would be giving in to red meat. Maybe next weekend we will make it to the KC Masterpeice Restaurant. Maybe next weekend we will travel out to wine country in Missouri and have some authentic German food and good wine. I guess we will just have to wait and see what next week brings.

Hopefully next week will bring a good week for everyone. Oh, and like Felix always says, "Well fuck me". So if that thought occurs to you, enjoy. And as I like to say, Don't let your meat loaf.

TIME

Time! Time goes by so slowly; time goes by so fast. Which is it for you? For me and this blog, time completely slips by without me knowing I have missed a day. I really intended to post something every day; but days go by without me even thinking about making a post to this blog. Yet, in the overall day, time seems to drag by so slowly.

My life is so uneventful. I get bored easily, with nothing to do but watch TV or play on the computer. There is just so much you can get from looking at cute naked bois. I believe that I have seen just about everything that is out there to see. There is a TV commercial that shows a very cute boi bending down in front of a clothes dryer. He is wearing a T-shirt and a pair of briefs. Oh, and yes he has a very cute smile. I would like to see more of him; but the chances of that are slim to none.

What is the first thing you look for when cruising for pictures of bois? Do you look for a nice build? Are you looking for a large dick? What about the face? I always look at the face. If the boi does not have a cute face, I really don't spend that much time looking at him. It is disappointing to see a cute face and a small dick; but everyone can't be built like Kevin Dean. I wonder what ever became of Kevin Dean? I will say this, Kevin Dean had the largest dick I have ever seen and he wasn't what you would call cute; but he sure wasn't ugly.

I have seen some young studs with large dicks, too. Well, at least the picture I saw had a large dick; whether it was the kids dick, I can not really say. It is possible to do some really good morphing work today.

What does it take to be a porn star? A big dick? The ability to fuck all night? What is the majic ingredient? Many of the bois that make "fuck movies" are not cute, in fact, some of them don't even have large dicks. Some of the so called "porn" movies are really duds. Some of the movies are of older men who used ot be cute; but are so far past their prime as to be over the hill. I guess they need the quick money. Time has a way of taking it's toll on all men. They get old and the face shows it. They get fatter and they lose sex appeal completely.

The older I get the faster time seems to go by. I think that I will do a certain thing tomorrow, then three days later, I am still thinking about that "tomorrow". People used to tell me to stop and smell the roses. Now, I feel like I need to hurry up to smell the roses before they bloom is gone.

It is a shame that time does these things. It makes us forget; it brings back memories of things we would rather forget; it slows us down; it speeds up the aging process and it brings us face to face with our own mortality. Not exactly a pleasant thing, is it? None of us like to admit that we are not immortal. The older you get, the more you must realize that there is an end to all things. Even your own life.

WHO ARE YOU AND WHERE DO YOU COME FROM

Tonight I really don't have a mind boggling subject. In fact, my mind is as blank as a white sheet. I have been thinking lately about people. Just people in general, not one specific person. Who are you and why are you here? You say that you are here because your mother and father had sex and you were the result. That is not what I am talking about. I am trying to delve deeper into why you are where you are.

Why are you living in an apartment building? Why are you working in an office or in a factory? Who are you, really? Have you ever stopped to think about these things? We are products of our environment, at least I think that is true. If you live in a big city, you tend to be more self sufficient. If you live in a small town, most likely everyone in that town knows your business and you know theirs. The small town people tend to visit over the back fence more often. They know everybody in town, where they work, all about their families and what is in their homes.

For those who live in large cities, I believe you have some of these attributes; but on a more limited basis. I believe the large cities are more impersonal. People come and go and no one stops to notice. If you have visitors to your apartment, the chances ae that n0ne of your neighbors will care; they will not peek out the door to see who the visitor is. In a small town, when a car drives down the street, many neighbors will notice. Is that because they are nosey? Not necessarily. They take notice because a different car is a rarity. The large town, people mill around all the time. There is nothing special about it.

I grew up in a medium sized city and later moved into a very small town. Today, I live in a medium sized city that was a small coal mining town not too long ago. There used to be 5 railroads in this town; but today, there are none. The coal mines closed many years ago and this has become a bedroom community. Not unlike the large city atmosphere. People no longer care about who drives down the street or who their neighbor is. In fact, to prove my point, the house behind ours, has been sold 4 times in 5 years. We only know one neighbor, the single guy next door. Unfortunately, he has girls visit once in a while. In other words, he is straight. We know, from the U. S. Census Statistics that there is one other gay couple in this subdivision of 100 homes. Who and where they live, we do not know.

We do not hide the fact they we are gay. Why should we? We are not ashamed of being gay. Although we do not advertise the fact that we are gay. Our neighbors are free to think whatever they wish about us. We keep our grass cut, we keep the house painted, the cars washed and all that straight people do. We even eat food, wash dishes and flush the toilet. To look at us, Felix and I look like any other men in this town. If only they knew.

REMEMBER TO TAKE TIME TO TELL YOUR PARTNER YOU LOVE THEM. AND TAKE TIME TO LOVE YOURSELF. IF YOU DON'T LOVE YOURSELF, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE OTHERS.

STOP, LOOK AND THINK WHERE YOU ARE

I just finished reading Felix's blog. Man, that little guy can get deep at times. He told me yesterday about his flashback ecperience watching TV. Yes, some of the shows can bring genuine tears to my eyes, too. This evening the local news had a story about a lady who was blinded by an automobile accident in her teens. She just underwent surgery that has enabled her to see again. This sounded like Gordie on Star Trek, TNG. She wears eyeglasses with a very small TV camera on front of the lens. The output of the camera goes to a computer that she wears elsewher on her body and the output of that is sent to electrodes implanted in her brain.

She sees people, is able to recognize them and can walk unassisted. Nowadays, the word "miracle" is used all the time; but this, to me, is truly a miracle. Yes, it brought tears to my eyes. I cried in joy for her. When she saw for the first time, the TV cameras were there to record it. She screamed and cried. I would have done the same. It is wonderful that modern medicine has progressed this far. I can not imagine what it would be like to be blind. I complain about my present state of health; but that would be the worst devastation I can imagine.

Most of us take our lives (and our friends) for granted. We don't stop to appreciate what we have. Our desire to have more and more has colored our ability to stop and evaluate our situation. America is the land of "keeping up with the jones'"; isn't it a shame. Most of us have everything we need; but we are not happy. We keep wanting more; well, there really isn't anything wrong with wanting more, as long as we are able to realize that what we have is sufficient. Remember, God said that He will supply our needs. Not our wants, our NEEDS.

Do you need a new car, a new house, cable TV, a garbage disposer (I just had to throw that in). No, you probably do not need those things; but you want them. If you can afford them, then have them; but if you are robbing Peter to pay Paul, then you need to reassess the situation. It is like the person who is fixated on gambling. Never spend more than you can afford. If you are living by the credit card, try paying cash. I admit I have credit cards; but I am trying to pay them off and live on a cash basis. Believe me, that is not so difficult to do. It takes determination to get it done. It takes determination to do anything in life.

Stop, and be thankful for what you have. Not just on Thanksgiving day; but every day of the year. Gay men and women have a lot to be thankful for. When was the last time you took stock of your life? Stop right now, THINK - ABOUT YOU.

HIP, HIP, HOORAY AND HALLALUAH

The food shreader, as Felix calls it, is done. A first class plumber showed up at 9:30 today and tore out all the old drain lines under the kitchen sink. Then he redesigned the drain lines and installed them, along with the new food shreader, er ah, garbage disposer. As I said yesterday, this house should be called the money pit; because I paid $481.87 to have the drain lines done right. Why in the hell the boob that lived here before did the job the way he did is beyond our comprehension.

Anyway, Felix and I are happy campers tonight. The good Lord only knows what will go wrong next; but for now we can relax. Really, I have been uptight about this job for the last week, not knowing what it would cost and how much a good plumber would have to do. At one time, I could have done the job myself for about $50 bucks in parts, maybe even less; but since I am unable to bend over and crawl into that small of space, the plumber earned his money. Too bad he will not get all of it, the company will take their cut for overhead. That's the way it goes when you work for someone else.

There isn't really that much to talk about this evening; Felix is already in bed (probably wacking off) trying to get a good night's beauty sleep (he sure needs it) and be rested for a full day's work on Tuesday. He is taking a jar of vaseline to work to grease the knobs to the "phone room" to aggrivate the lady in charge of telecommunications. Felix and her are always playing practical jokes on each other. Poor Felix doesn't realize that paybacks are hell. Whatever he does to her, she will get back at him someway. He says this is in retaliation; but total retaliation never comes. The other person always tries to get even. Trust me, I know this very well.

I need to get out of the house tomorrow. After the plumber left today, I got bored real quickly. The cats don't talk. They meow; but I do not understand meowese. Sometimes I can understand what they want by their body language; but they get just as bored as I do; because they sleep most of the day. About midnight is when they will start to play. Last night, when I went to bed, the kittens, all four of them, helped put me to bed. That was so cute. One by one they would jump up on my bed to check it out before leaving the room. One cat, the big black one, came back in to see if I was asleep. He jumped up on the bed and slowly made his way up to my head to check on me. When I called his name and petted his head, he was satisfied and jumped down.

Do not underestimate your pets. They have more feelings that most of us give them credit for. They feel love, jsut as we do and they have their feelings hurt, just as we do. I never allow a cat to leave me after a scolding without holding him/her for a minute and letting them know that we love each of them. I love my six kitties; but I need a time away from all home related things. I think I will go out for lunch and to the grocery store. WOW, that is really getting away, isn't it?

In case I have not said it recently; be sure to let your partner and your friends know that you love them. Without love, we die a slow death. Share your love with others. Take in the good feelings from them. You will be a better person for having done it.

MISTAKES, MISTEAKS

Take your pick. I know my posts have spelling mistakes in them; but they are really typing mistakes. I am a touch typist; but not a very accurate one. I do not like the spell checker here in blogspot and refuse to use it because it has caused more errors than it has fixed.

I apoligize for my poor typing.
I apologize for my pore tiping.
Misteaks, mistakes. Take your pick.

BUSY DAY, DID YOU MISS ME?

Our Saturday was a busy day. Felix and I got a lot done; but we did not get the damn garbage disposer installed. Why? Like I said, the damn stupid illiterate IDIOT that owned this home before us, booby trapped us again. I swear that I would like to castrate the idiot to be sure he doesn't pass on his stupidity to another generation. In other words, take his genes out of the worldwide gene pool. The man is a complete boob.

The kitchen sink is located 3 feet from the main DWV pipe for the house. However, under the sink he has installed two cleanout traps and did not run the dishwasher drain to the disposer as is required by building codes. Now, to top it off, he did not leave sufficient room to install another disposer to replace the one he put in. This house is truly a "money pit". Remember the movie, "The Money Pit"; this house is it. Every thing we try to repear, I have to completely rebuild because it was done wrong in the first place.

Felix and I gave up and left the house for out trip to Springfield for our supper. A very good supper, I may add. Felix finished his meal with a large hunk of strawberry pie. I topped mine off with my favorite cherry pie. We not only enjoyed our trip, we really enjoyed the meal. The only one thing that threw a monkey wrench in the whole thing was my damn colostomy. I could smell the thing as we arrived at the south end of the city. After we were seated at the table, I went to the restroom to check on the thing. After cleaning it completely, I could still detect the faint odor of, well you know what. It stayed as a faint odor, thank God.

I have had problems with the wafers that are glued to the skin. I am not sure if my skin puts out more oil than normal or if is the wafer itself. I have talked to the people who make these things about the problem; but they have no additional suggestions. Some work well, others fail in just a couple of days. Always carry a spare, they advise. Yeah, and carry a spare shower and bathroom as well. Sure, I always drive a fully equipped motor home, every where I go. Yeah, right. If only I had the money, I would do a lot of things differently; but since I am not a billionaire, I have to be realistic. Once in a while I will smell like a fresh fart. When that happens, I retreat from contact with other people and hide in my own bathroom to change the entire appliance. Inconvenient?, you say; I agree.

Sunday brought breakfast of pancakes at Cracker Barrel. Boy they were good. We found a new window for grocery shopping, early on Sunday morning. There are very few shoppers in the store. Felix and I had the task done by 10 AM. We came home and rested.

Later that afternoon, we purchased a wooden shelf to install in Felix's bathroom. He wanted to do the job himself; but I know that Felix is not mechanically inclined. I do not like to stiffle his efforts; but any job worth doing, is worth doing right. Thre are a number of ways to put up a shelf; but only one right way. I did not feel very stable; but I did mount the shelf properly and Felix is quite happy with it. After extending my apologizes for saying a few words in anger, we watched a movie and had supper. Boy, this was a rousing weekend, wasn't it.

Here is where I always put the sexual innuendo. Things like, "Bois, keep it up", and "Don't Let Your Meat Loaf". I will drop that and tell you about a tee shirt that some lady was wearing in Target today. It said, "Be nice to your Monkey". I like that concept. Stroke it gently.

AND THE BEAT GOES ON

Sonny and Cher, I really liked that pair. It really was too damn bad they broke up. I guess they did good with their separate careers; Sonny becoming a politician (too bad he was a Republican), and Cher really became a star's star, both in singing and acting. But, what has al that to do with me? Good question.

Today I felt better than I have in a month. I didn't do a damn thing but sit on the couch in the living room and read a computer magazine and watch the 6 cats entertain me. They are so cute. The one little female always looks like she is smiling. Momma cat must have been having a bad hair day; because she gave all 4 kittens a rough way to go all day. I say kittens; but they are almost one year old. Don't disturb the lady when she is napping.

The weather was wonderful today and I opened the front windows and the back patio door. Boy, the cats loved that. They ran from window to door to window and back again. The wind was a bit strong and I was afraid that the corner tree would come tumbling down; but it didn't. The cats loved that wind, in fact, they played with it. A strong breeze would come in the window and they would fall to the floor, then peek over the window sill to see if the breeze was still there. I tell you, they were so cute.

Friday evening is when Felix and I plan our weekend. Cracker Barrel for breakfast tomorrow and then we come home and install the new disposer. The only problem that I see with the whole thing is getting the old one out. There is no telling what booby trap we will run into from the asinine IDIOT that used to own this home. Honestly, he was about 27 years old and had the know-it-all of a 3 year old. I have never seen such workmanship in my entire life. 10 penny nails to hold up an 8 x 10 picture and half inch diameter lag bolts for a 3 x 4 foot mirror. And I thought I over-built things.

For supper we are planning on a repeat trip to the state capital. Felix wants to hit the restaurant that he wanted to hit last week; but couldn't remember the name of. I told you about that, we found the place on our way out of town; but it had a different name than he had remembered. Well, I agreed to make the return trip for two reasons; one, I like to drive; and two, I like to eat. I guess I could add reason three to this, I love Felix. Honestly, I have never been so happy in my life as I am with him. Since I have known Felix, I have been able to be myself. Even though my health has failed, my life with Felix has been wonderful. I may not be able to have sex like I used to; but I have many wonderful memories of trips (and times in bed) with Felix. Just tonight I was reminiscing about two wonderful trips we had to Nashville. Opryland Hotel is fantastic. I recommend it to everyone; a bit expensive; but a wonderful experience.

The old right foot is beginning to feel even better and as the man on TV says, "Better is better". Yep, he is correct. When I feel better, I act better. So, the meat loaf line came from an old friend who passed away a few years ago with complications from diabetes. I still like the line,

DON'T LET YOUR MEAT LOAF.

STORMY WEATHER

This morning I was awakened by a phone call at 6:30 AM. Felix called right after he left the house to tel me that a large tree in our front yard had been damaged by an overnight storm. About 1/3 of the tree split off and was laying partly in the street. It had split down the trunk and our landscaper says the tree will probably live; but will be prone to further damage from winds. In fact, now it will be even more susceptable because the present configuration will act like a bowl to trap the winds. He recommends that we remove the tree.

It seems I have obtained another dependant for my income tax. The landscaper/lawn guy is taking quite a bundle from us in doing the lawn, the bushes and now the tree. I think our homeowners insurance will pay for the tree removal; but I need to check with the insurance company to be sure. I told Felix that this owning our own home is expensive. I am almost ready to go back to renting. Well, almost; but not really. I don't like the confinement of renting. Felix has never lived in rental quarters and I know he would not like it.

On a personal note, my foot is feeling better; but I am still trying to stay away from the red meat that will aggrivate the gout. Today he wanted meatloaf, and he got meatloaf. It was good; but Friday will have to be fish or fowl. I will even settle for a TV dinner to avoid the pain of another gout attack. Would you believe there is no recipe for meatloaf in the cook book? Every time I make the stuff, I make it a little differently; because I forget what I did the last time. Oh well, Felix and I like the meatloaf, so who cares.

Friday is the end of the work week for Felix. HOORAY. Today he was a bit wound up from things at work. It takes him a while to unwind and I know enough to stay away and allow him to unwind. I got the new garbage disposer out this afternoon to check the installation instructions and was happy to find that it should be a quick job. It looks like an exact replacement job. This will be a welcome change for me. Lately, every thing I try to do takes about double the estimated time and one small job turns into two or three additional jobs. Like the tree in the front yard. I kept hoping that the tree would not need to be removed; because, honestly it is/was the best looking tree in the neighborhood. It was located at the intersection of the main street and the side street. DAMN.

Like I said before, Don't let your meat loaf.

BLOGGER HAS PROBLEMS TONIGHT

I have no idea why the post below has larger font than normal. I have tried 5 times to correct the size, to no avail. Oh well.

As I said before, DON'T LET YOUR MEAT LOAF.

MISSED A DAY, THE DAY FROM HELL

It happens sometimes. Tuesday was my day to be sick, irritable, grouchy, boring and whatever else you can think of calling it. My right foot hurt so badly that I just had to go to the doctor. I woke up at 4:30 with such pain that I could not stand to have the sheet touching my big toe. The doctor said I had gout. I thought that was for OLD people. Well, I guess my age is beginning to show. I am getting older than I really want to admit. Anyway, he gave me medication and a new diet. I am supposed to avoid all things that taste good. Actually, red meat, heavy meat; in other words, steaks, hamburgers, bratwurst and all the good stuff in life.

Well, I will do my best; but no promises. So far, I have had one fish sandwich, one bowl of soup, chicken and dumplings and another fish platter at Captain D's tonight. Boy that was an experience to never repeat.

Felix does not really like Captain D's; but he did consent to having supper there tonight. We ordered our food, found a table in the dining room part of the building and sat down to await our number being called. As soon as I walked in the dining room some older fellow who looked liked he could be a rowdy pest asked me if I liked the cheesecake there. At first I ignored him. He asked again, so in order to be nice, and to shut him up (or so I thought) I answered him. Then he began to question Felix's cell phone; what was it, why did Felix have it, did Felix work for me, did I work for Felix, what was the number of the phone, could he have the number and I thought he would never shut up.

Felix has never been one to not be cordial to strangers; but this was the exception to that rule. Finally, Felix could stand no more; he complained to the manager. It turns out that this guy had been pestering all the customers. The manager waited till the man was gone, then came in and apologized to everyone for the disturbance and distributed discount coupons for our inconvenience. That was not really necessary; but was a nice gesture (and a way to insure customer retention).

The doctor did say that I could have red meat once in a while, so I am going to break down and fix one of Felix's favorite meals on Thursday, Meatloaf. Felix likes my meatloaf. I don't know what is so special about meatloaf; but if Felix wants it and it will satisfy him enough to put up with my new diet, I will be most happy to fix it for him. For the next two weeks I am going to subsist on fish and fowl. It can't be all that bad.

I had gout once before; but dismissed it as just a fluke. I guess it isn't going to be a fluke; it is something I will have to live with. He gave me more pills. I, now, have VICODIN; all I want to cover the pain. I really don't like taking pain killers; because a person can become addicted to them. This thing is beginning to scare me. I have more pills than Walgreens.

I am not sure my new foods will make me lose weight, live healthier, live longer or have any fantastic effect; but it will cut the uric acid that collects around the joints of my feet and eliminate the pain. That should make anyone happy; don't you agree.

Oh, bois; before I leave, I have just one admonision for you;

DON'T LET YOUR MEAT LOAF.

CREATIVE RAMBLINGS

NOTE TO MY LOVER

Felix really wrote a long post this evening. Yes, Sweetheart, I do need to take better care of myself. I know that and I hope, with the help of the doctor tomorrow, I will be able to start doing exactly that.

BLOGGING IS A BEAR

Felix said that if you don't feel like blogging, you will write a shitty blog. Ya know, he is right. Just look back at some of mine for a good example of that. I envy people who have a new topic developed in thier mind each day and can put it in their blog for interesting reading. I can talk your arm off on a myriad of subjects; but they make very dull reading. Would you like to hear about the history of radio or television? Would you like to hear about amateur radio? Would you like to hear about my sex life as a teenager? No, huh, well fuck you. LOL. Only kidding.

THE HOUSE IS FALLING DOWN AROUND US

Last night, about this time, I decided to eat the last bit of watermellon in the fridge. It was good; but what do you do witht he left over green rind? Don't just drop it in the trash, it will attract ants and bugs. I cut it into slivers and put it in the garbage disposer. Half way through the task the disposer locked up and broke. SHIT. My favorite word, SHIT. OK, I do the "F" word a bit, too. I say fuck for the effect, shit is really my cuss word. Anyway, back to the story of the broken disposer. This evening we went to the local Home Depot to buy a new garbage dsiposer. I was surprised when Felix paid for it, I had not intended for that.

Now, I will have to install the new disposer under the kitchen sink and mess with the incorrectly installed drain lines. Last year we had to rework the drain lines to the dishwasher because they began to leak. I have installed three or four disposers and two dishwashers in my life; but I have never seen such a mess of drain piping in my life as what is under our kitchen sink. This is a cute house, only about 9 years old; but the first class idiot that owned it first, really did a butcher job on finishing it. The only saving grace I have in this is that I was able to shave 7 grand off his asking price when we bought it. Even then, I had to retain the services of an attorney to force him to comply with the contract he signed then tried to back out of. Due to inflation, the home has really gone up in value. I wonder what the real estate people would say if they could see under the kitchen sink?

The bozo that owned this place used large screws and nailss to hang small pictures on the walls. He left the walls with quarter inch holes after the screws and nails were taken out. I mean this I D 10 T really did a hatchet job on the house. He was the first owner and must have lived in an apartment all his life. He had no idea what he was doing when he made repairs or modifications to the house.

RADIO PROJECT

Remember the radio project that I had been working on? It is finally done. The documentation that I waited two weeks on finally made it's way through the U. S. Snail Mail. I say "done"; but I am never sure of that. People are always changing their minds and I will probably be working this project for years to come.

HEALTHY EATING

Felix jumps on me about not eating healthy foods. Tonight we ate out. Where? Did we eat at a health food restaurant? Of course not. We ate at a local Mexican restaaurant. We both love the food; but I wouldn't say it was health food. I love eating fire. Man, I bit into a pepper that has my tongue still feeling the heat. Good stuff, Maynard.

Now, I want to take a drive out to the wine country of Missouri for some good German food. Sure, I know it is fattening. I know it is not health food, either; but it sure is good. Ya see, that has been my problem all my life, I eat for the taste of it. If it tasts good, eat a lot; if it doesn't, then don;t eat it. Watercress and lettuce has no taste, so I don't eat the stuff. Bratwurst, red cabbage, cheeses, pumpernickle bread, hot German potato salad; these things taste good, so I eat a lot of them. What result? Fat wasteline. Well, fat everything else, too. Since my stroke in 1995 and the cancer surgery in 2001; I have nearly doubled my weight in the last 10 years.

People talk about hospital food being inedible. Taint so, McGee. When I was recovering from the stroke, the hospital fed me well. very well. The nurses must have taken a liking to me; because they fed me ice cream and soda every evening before lights out. Heck, I wasn't going to turn that down, now really. I like to blame my weight on that; but no one forced me to eat; but they did encourage me. LOL.

AND IN CLOSING, I WILL DISCUSS MY FAVORITE SUBJECT

FELIX, I love you. Felix has been my help, my staff, my support for the last 15 years. He was there when I had the foot surger;, he was there when I had the stroke; he was there when I had cancer surgery and my sweetheart is still here. Felix has done way more than a friend, he has proven his love for me. Without Felix, I would not be here today and without Felix, I would not want to be here today. Felix, I love you.

MOTHER'S DAY

Today was Mother's Day. Did you pay honour to your mother? I wish I could. My mother died 4 years ago.

You only have one mother, no one can replace her. If you didn't see or phone your mother today; do so at your earliest convenience. I miss my mother very much. I don't care how old you are when your mother passes away, you will always feel that part of you died with her. I remember that night when I answered the phone with, "Hi, Mom"; and the voice on the other end of the phone line said they were the local police. The officer said that I should come over right away. I knew what had happened. I was there inside of 5 minutes. At first they would not let me in; they wanted to put her on a gurney first and make her a little more presentable. When I first saw her, it took two big men to hold me up.

I was raised by my mother after my dad and her were divorced. I was quite close to my mother until I was married. My wife came between mom and I. I guess that happens in many marriages, the wife feels her mother-in-law was interferring in the marriage. I know my mother and she never had any intention of being a meddling mother-in-law. After my own divorce, my mother and I got back together and had a very close relationship again. I took her out for dinner at least once a week and we took as many trips together as my schedule and her health allowed.

Mom and I never discussed my sexuality; but I think she knew I was gay. I am not saying that she approved; but she knew Felix and liked him very much. I think she knew that Felix was my soul mate, the man that I loved. I really believe she accepted that and loved Felix as well. On Sundays she would fix a meal for us at her apartment and she began to know Felix as a very kind and loving individual. Felix liked her in return. She approved of our decision to move in together and she visited with us often.

Felix helped me with the decision to have her remains cremated. This was her wishes; but I was indecisive. The decision to place your mother's body in the ground or to have the body cremated is a very rough decision. You know that you will never see her again, you will never hear her voice again, you will never hear her laugh again. There are tears in my eyes as I type; I LOVE YOU, MOM.

CAN I BORROW TWO BUCKS?

I guess I can wind down for the day. I wish I had the guts to be a gambler. When I go into a riverboat casino I set my limit at $20 bucks. It doesn't take long to lose $20 bucks, whether it is on quarter slots or whatever. In fact, I like to stick to the quarter slots because it takes the longest to lose the $20.00. And lose is what you will do. If you think you can win in a casino, you are living in a dream world. Blackjack is the game where the odds are the best for the individual; but unless you are playing some sort of scheme, your money is theirs.

Now, if you are lucky, you will play the horses. I wish I had luck, good luck that is. A two dollar bet, ($2.00) on the Trifecta in today's Kentucky Derby would have earned you one hundred thirty four thousand ($134,000.00) return. Yep, a hundred thirty four thousands bucks for a simple two dollar bet on the Trifecta. For those of you who do not understand horse racing; a trifecta means that you bet on the first, second and third place horses in the proper order; 1, 2 and 3; win, place and show.

WHAT I REMEMBER MOST ABOUT SPRINGFIELD

What I remember most about the Hilton Hotel in downtown Springfield is that every time we check into the place, Felix runs across the room and drops his pants to moon all of Springfield. We usually have a room on the 23rd or so floor, so thankfully, no one can see his ass. The Hilton is a round building with 26 or 27 floors, the top three floors occupied by a restaurant that serves cajun spiced food. I like cajun spiced food; but they really lay on the spices. I think it is caled something like YO YO MAMA. Ok, that is not their real name; but that is what I call it. I am glad Felix did not want to go there; because my stomach could not have handled that food tonight.

I wonder if the window on the 23rd floor still has Felix's ass imprint on it. The little chicken shit, I alway dared him to turn around and show Springfield what he had; but he was afraid to do that. We could have put on quite a show, before the cops showed up.

SPRINGFIELD

For supper this evening Felix suggested we drive to Springfield to a restaurant that we had been to before. Only one problem, when we got there we found the place closed up and out of business. That wasn't very nice. We drove around a while looking for another place that he remembered; but he had the wrong name. We stopped at one of those cheapie steakhouses, this one was called Maverick steakhouse. The food was OK, nothing to write home about. On the way out of town we found the place he had been thinking about. A totally different name. No biggie, we had already eaten.

TODAY, A BUNCH OF THINGS

Felix and I went out for breakfast again today. We have a Cracker Barrel about 10 minutes from our home, so we went there. They have some of the lightest pancakes I have ever eaten. Felix got blueberry pancakes and I got thier Montmorency Cherry topping with whipped cream over 3 of their pancakes from Heaven. Excellent food and well within the average person's budget.

FEELINGS, OH OH OH FEELINGS

How much do you tell your partner? That is, providing you have a partner. Maybe this would apply to boyfriends and girlfriends (for the ladies). Felix and I are honest with each other. As far as I know, completely honest. Sometimes that hurts my feelings, ego, whatever you may call it.

When we first fell in love we made a vow to each other to be completely monogamous. Then in 2001 I had cancer surgery that left with a colostomy and the inability to achieve an erection. Felix said the only thing he cared about was that I was still alive. It has been 4 years and there is no sign of cancer, so I guess I will live for a few more years. I remember my doctor discussing the "quality of life" question. He was concerned about my neutered condition. Well, what else would you call it. I still have a dick and balls and on the outside I look normal; but inside, the little valve that is so necessary, is gone.

I won't lie to you, I have days when the depression really gets to me. I try to blame it on other things when Felix asks about my condition; but Felix knows me. Sometimes Felix knows me too well. There are days when I wish I could run away from reality. There are times when I would like to just disappear from the face of the earth. It is difficult to want Felix so much and not be able to have him. Our friend in prison will be out in two years; I am in this prison of being nonsexual for the rest of my life. I don't believe in ending my life myself, so I will stick around and suffer whatever I have to suffer as long as God wants me to stay on their earth.

Felix says I am being melodramatic. I am just expressing my feelings. I need to talk to someone once in a while about these things. If I don't, I am afraid the feelings will cause me to do something I really don't want to do. Living with a colostomy is bad enough, living without sex is almost impossible to accept. Honestly, I do not know any other male who lives without sex. If you can get it up, jack it off. I can't get it up, so I can't even do that. The only sex I can have is when I give Felix head. I want to do that more than Felix wants it.

That bothers me and is the cause of most of our arguments. If I had my way, he would be getting his dick sucked three or four nights a week. I would say every night; but I have to allow for the times when either he or I don't feel good. There are times that I have been so upset that I have accused Felix of having something on the side. Honestly, I do not know when he would have time for that. Felix needs some sexual relief and I want him to come to me for that. I love him so much that I would give my life for him.

COMPUTER SICK?

I am reluctant to write this post for fear that I will incur the anger of the person I am ranting about. However, I will continue and hope that the protections we have put in place will take care of any attempt to fuck up our systems.

A couple of hours ago it looked like I may have picked up a computer virus. Trust me, that would thoroughly piss me off. Felix works in the IT field and knows quite a bit about computers and how to protect them against malicious actions. We have anti virus programs, firewalls, spyware detectors and all sorts of things that are supposed to keep us free from the clutches of demented people who write viruses or those that spread them. I know, sometimes a person spreads a virus without knowing it; but the protection from McAfee and Norton are supposed to catch those invaders and keep your computer virgin.

Now, wouldn't that be a novel idea, a virgin computer? Both Felix and I do surf the web and look at pictures. Those areas of the web are well known as places to pick up a virus. Newsgroups are the place that spreads the most of these things. However, many supposed clean sites are infected by those who get their jollies from spreading virus programs that cause the innocent Internet surfer much trouble.

As it turns out, my computer is clean. Thank God for that. What kind of person gets their rocks off in writing a program that causes such damage to another person's computer? Yes, there are such people. They are not enemies of America, they are not terrorists; but they are very misguided people who think they are proving something to someone. I do not understand what kind of person would do that. Are they the same people who get their jollies from shooting birds with BB guns? Are they the same people who torture animals? Are they the same people who deliberately break traffic laws and have no respect for the law or simple courtesy?

These people sicken me. Those who have no respect for others and do such things should be locked up behind bars just as a rapist or murderer. If you break the law, you will be punished. It may be immediately, or it may be much later; but be assured that the pendulum will swing in the opposite direction. That is simple physics. For every action there is a equal and opposite reaction. I hope my computer protection continues to work against this malicious intrusion. I guess I will end this by using the old clique, "In Bill Gates We Trust" Viva Microsoft.

YELLOW JOURNALISM - GOLDEN SHOWER

It is now Wednesday afternoon, nearly evening. I tried to do my posts every evening; but somehow my evenings seemed to get away from me, and the posts were done in the early morning hours. Now that has slipped to the afternoon. If this keeps up I am going to be posting once a week. I hope to get back on schedule; but my damn schedule keeps getting more confused every week.

Remember the info I was waiting on concerning the programming of the radio transmitter; well, I am still waiting on the final shipment? They only shipped half of the order. Why can’t people read the entire order? I am surprised they didn’t come back with the line, “Do you want fries with that?” Some people have to be led by the hand and directed to each step, step by step.

Tonight Felix and I went to Denny’s for supper. It was quick and lately their cooking has been better. Last week I told you about the Olive Garden being out of a particular soup. Today, Denny has no cole slaw. Do restaurants normally carry things on their menu or do you have to call ahead to reserve soup or cole slaw? Does anyone give a shit about doing their job responsibly? When I was growing up, we were taught to keep things on hand that we were selling and to fill the orders promptly and correctly if we wanted the customer to come back with repeat business. What do they do today, powder their little butts, stick a kotex on their cunts and tell them, “good job, keep pissing off the customers and we won’t have to work at all”. Are people in business to make money, or just to piss off customers so they can sit on their ass? Enough of that, and there won’t be any jobs.

Ok, since I am on the rag today, let us hit on Wal Mart. The unions are all down on Wal Mart. First, it was because they drove the high priced “mom and pop” stores out of business. Then they changed their tactic to complain about Wal Mart not paying insurance for their employees. Now, the latest gripe is that Wal Mart doesn’t pay a living wage. Hey, who stood outside their door with a shotgun and made people come in and ask for jobs? Retail stores are not known for paying big bucks. In fact, most of them are quite well known for being anti union. I ask you, was the mom and pop store a union store? Of course not. Are the unions so short sighted that they forgot that people have memories?

I hate yellow journalism. Most articles in union papers are ripe with yellow journalism. Sort of like reading an article written by Republicans blasting Democrats, or Democrats blasting Republicans. Do you expect straight talk about the enemy? Does George W. Bush tell you how nice Iraq was before he bombed them? NO, He gibes you his yellow journalism. The unions are saying that Wal Mart employees have to go on welfare in order to get food and insurance for their families. Wonder what those people would do if there was no job at Wal Mart? Complete welfare.

Don’t misunderstand, I am a union supporter and worked union all my life; but I hate to read how they misrepresent the subject in their newspapers. Not all union men and women thin for themselves. They read this shit and believe it. I wish the unions would stand up and tell the truth instead of publishing yellow journalism.

I missed last night, there was just too damn much to do yesterday. I even missed my dental appointment in the afternoon to have my tooth cleaned. Just call me Ollie of the old Kukla, Fran and Ollie TV show. Somehow, I imagine that no one knows what the heck I am talking about. I am not going to explain; but I did watch a lot of TV when I was young. I think they were on the old, and short lived, Dumont TV network. Did you know that Jackie Gleason and his Honeymooners show got started on the Dumont TV network? Maybe I am older than I care to admit; but I will admit to remembering things from my childhood that others, who were there, don't have the slightest idea of what I am talking about.

Do you do much surfing the Internet? Have you looked for pictures of naked guys? Some people call that stuff Porn. I don't call a picture of a naked and aroused guy porn; I call it a picture of a naked guy with a hard on. Porn, to me, is pictures of sexual abuse and sexual vulgarity. I did come across a picture of a naked woman laying on the edge of a table and dropping a fresh load of shit into the waiting mouth of a guy below. Now, that is pure pornography. Who in their right mind would do that? I swear, some of the people who do such bizarre things must be high on drugs or completely without moral character.

Have you ever told someone to stick the telephone up their ass? Well, I saw that happening, too. I actually saw a photo, on the Internet, of a guy shoving a telephone handset up his ass. He had the earpiece already in and was in the act of shoving the entire handset in his butt. Now, that is bizarre, too. I didn't label that as "porn", I called that "sick". This act of "fisting" turns my stomach, too. A hand is for stroking your dick; not shoving up someone's ass. People do some very strange things. I guess my sexual appetite is very tame, compared to what some folks do.

I like to suck Felix's dick, lick his balls and tickle his tits. I used to like to stick my dick up his ass and let him do the same to me; but since the surgery, I can't get a hard dick anymore, so my sexual satisfaction is in seeing Felix cum a big load and hearing him moan.

Looking at photo's on the Internet and seeing the look on some of the guys faces is my sexual pleasure now. I used to do that and whack off, now I just look. I have learned to live with it; but if the cancer could have been cured any other way, I sure wish it could have been done. Surgery was the only answer, so said three doctors, so surgery was what was done. At least I am still alive and kicking, or grouching, as Felix would say. He says I pester him too much for sex. Well, once a day isn't that often, is it? A good cum once a day is a good way to relax, so why should he say I am pestering him? I keep reminding Felix that his sexual satisfaction is the only sexual satisfaction that I get; the only sex that I can participate in, so get naked, lay down and shut up. Shuck and Fuck, is what I call it. Shuck your clothes and prepare for a good time.

My Felix, I could not do without him. Felix has been a lifesaver to me in a number of ways. Not only was he there to save my life when I had the stroke, he came to the scene of an accident when my car was totaled to assist and take me home; he has been the one to do all the housework here that I am not able to do. I buy the parts to make repairs, and then I stand there and direct my Felix in how it should be done. Felix has learned to be a pretty good handyman, like every homeowner needs to be. I hope and am trusting that I live long enough to get this house paid for, so that when I do kick the bucket; Felix will be able to inherit the house. He certainly has earned it.

KEEPING YOUR CHICKEN ON SCHEDULE

Did I ever detail my chicken choking schedule here? Let me tell you a little about my high school days. Of course, I learned to choke the old chicken long before high school, in fact, I was going at it quite well in the 5th grade. I liked to use an aid for my butt once in a while; but I am getting ahead of my story here.

In high school, we had to be there at 8 AM, which meant that I could leave home as late as 10 minutes to 8. I only lived two short blocks from the high school. My mother left for work about 6:30 in the morning and usually slammed the front door so as to wake me. That was my sign to reach under the covers and start my daily activity. That was number one for the day.

I was never into eating lunch at school and since it was so close to home, I used to make a mad dash the two blocks to home and spank the old monkey or choke the chicken, whichever you prefer. We had 55 minutes for lunch or chicken choking if you were so inclined. Hey, I wasn't the only guy who made the mad dash home to take care of the trouser trout at lunch. When I had time a douche nozzle would get inserted in the appropriate place. Oh man, did that ever feel good. That was number two for the day.

School let out a little after 3 PM and mom didn't get home from work until 5:15; now what do you think I did with the two hours? I came home, went upstairs, to my room, to change from my school clothes and took off everything. Then I crawled back into bed and replayed the noontime activities in my mind and in reality. I got my rocks off, big time. After a cleanup in the bathroom, I put on my eveningtime clothes and went downstairs to watch TV. I usually had another hour of time before mom got home and from the living room chouch I could easily see out the living room windows to watch for her; so I unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees and spent a few minutes choking the nice, well-mannered chicken. He always did as instructed. When I said up, he knew to jump up to full attention; because he was going to get a smooth massage again. That little devil, when I said down, he would spit at me and shrink down to obey the command. That was number three and four for the day.

Number five came as I went to bed for the night. I would roll over, mount my pillow and proceed to "make love" to the pillow. Even though there were hard spots on the pillow cases, mom never said a word. She knew what was going on; but just attributed it to a growing boy. Besides, she had no idea about the other four times I had spanked the monkey. Now, who wants an untrained monkey? If you want the little guy to grow up to be a big and strong DICK you gotta teach him exactly how to do what you want.

And you thought I was a good, well mannered little church-going boy; didn't you? Well, I was. And the preacher's son, who was in my class, trained our monkeys and choked our chickens together. Once we got mad at each other and traded blows.

OK bois, keep your chickens and monkeys on schedule and well trained. Be good to them and they will be good to you.

TOMORROW, TOMORROW; IT'S ALWAYS TOMORROW

Do you really think I can sing? I tried once; every mouse in the house left. As I said in my last post, I will be back tomorrow; and here it is, tomorrow so I R here.

I finished reading some other blogs that talk about sex. Boy, do they ever talk about sex. Graphic details about sex. Well, I like sex and I like to talk about sex; however I will not get so graphic as to describe, in detail, like some others do. I like my sex slow and satisfying. Long, slow and satisfying. Felix can attest to that. I have worn him out at times making the deed slow down. Felix is a "wham, bam, thank ya mam" kind of guy. (I am going to have to figure out what rhymes with guy, so I can change that to a more appropriate phrase.) Felix wouldn't do a "mam" if his life depended on it.

I don't think a female could make him hard if she sucked on his dick for an hour or more. Felis likes dick. Just ask him. He wants a T shirt that says, "I like DICK". Since I know he is a Democrat, I know he is not referring to Tricky Dick Nixon. He is referring to that big weenie that sticks up from the top of his legs. If he could, he would be the first person to bend over and suck his own dick every morning. Oh, did I mention that Felix likes sex, too. Well, you should know that by now. Now, don't get the wrong idea that his dick isn't long enourh; his problem is that his belly gets in the way. Of course, since he can't bend over that far, I am always available to help him with that urge to releive his balls of a full load of cum.

Before my surgery, we did that together. Felix is still upset over my inability to do a good 69. The best I can do now is either a 6 or a 9; but my dick is unable to rise to the occasion. That bothers me, too. That is the reason I try to cater to the little turkey so much. There should never be a doubt in anyone's mind on whether we love each other. We have lived together for 7 years and have been in love for 15 years.

Felix likes Italian food, which is what we had on Friday afternoon. Saturday we had a buffet meal at a local eatery. Today I think I will take him to his other favorite style of restaurant, Mexican. My little Felix could eat his weight in tacos, enchiladas, quesadillas and lots of other Mesican foods that I can't spell. However, I do like to try new foods that he likes, so I want to take Felix to a Chevy's Fresh Mex to tickle his little belly and maybe I can tickle his little balls after we eat. Sound OK?

Bois, keep it up, remember, use it or loose it. I used the damn thing so much I broke mine. Girls, break out the whatever you use and use it. Enjoy and love your partner. Life is to fucking short, so don't waste any time.