Monday, August 27, 2007

 

Random thoughts during BM season

OK, I'll let you guess what BM means. During this time when I am basically going from one short-term thought to the next, I have no ability to write a blog entry about a single idea. So, I shall go for the random offload of useless information.

Bye, Bye Alberto. The worst Attorney General ever resigned from office today. He was the personification of the Peter Principle (a person will rise to their level of incompetence). He made Michael Brown (the famously unqualified FEMA Director) look like Omar Bradley. Alberto's uselessness was only surpassed by his unlawful behavior and legal writings as Bush's lawyer.

Senator Larry Craig (R-Idaho) was arrested in June for some sort of sexual act toward a plain-clothes policeman in the Twin Cities airport. For the obvious, he's against equal rights for gays. His campaign for re-election next year should be interesting.

I actually wrote my boss today telling him I was going to make sure I didn't work more than 45 hours in the coming weeks (pre-BM). I know realize that I must be completely crazy. Why is it that I have to even make this statement? Because corporate American has driven into most workers heads that a 40-hour week is unacceptable. Isn't that just sad.

Michael Vick pled guilty to dogfighting charges. OK, so I'm not going to pass judgement on his quest for salvation (he said during his media statement today that he had found Jesus....who was obviously lost behind the Virginia house along with the dog cadavers). I am going to pass judgement on his ill-making actions. I'm no dog-fan, but dogfighting is a cruel and inhumane act. That he led in this venture makes him a criminal, and I'm saddened that many wish to ignore this fact. I personally think he should be kept on a leash and treated in the same manner as he treated many of his dogs (without the eventual electrocution or drowning).

And when the hell did the past tense of plea become pleaded? It sounds horrible. It's pled. PLED!!!! Get it right news media.

I had a bout with hemorrhoids. Well, I'm still having said bout. I can tell you now that there is NOTHING more uncomfortable then a probe in one's butt (this I believe is true whether gay or straight). I would so love for this to not be occurring. After this range of treatment is over, it's onto the colonoscopy. Shoot me now!

I've been talking to my long-time best friend much lately. I love talking to him. He's a great soul. He has taught me so much and been there so often for me during the almost 30 years we have known each other that he knows almost as much about the way I tick as Tracey. The only problem we've had in our relationship is that our family lives are so vastly different. He is gay, and been in the same relationship for going on 25 years. I am married for over 15 years. He was the best man in my wedding. What makes our lives so different is kids. I have two. I know he has always wanted to be a father, but that option has not been available (in a realistic sense) for him. I don't think there has ever been any resentment, but the difference in being a parent and not is a pretty wide divide. But suddenly, with this momentous event looming, we have started talking alot lately. I've loved it. We even discussed my hemorrhoids (talking about the gay perspective on it). I can't wait for Jacob to introduce his Uncle Tony and Uncle Jimmy to his friends, which I hope to see soon.

I am tired all the time right now. I wake up tired. It's tough because there is so much going on right now that I am preoccupied as I sleep.

Time for the answer to the question at the top. BM = Bar Mitzvah.

It is that which is looming over every move I make right now. How do we make sure everything is handled. Getting Jacob to his different appointments. Deciding about stuff. Buying damn near everything on the planet. It's amazing how much a restrained BM costs. We are having an extremely toned down event, and still it costs thousands and thousands. It is astounding.

The Braves need to win about 10 games straight to have any realistic hope of making the playoffs. Fingers are soon to be firmly crossed.

Fantasy football draft is Thursday night. How can I screw it up? We will soon find out.

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