My October Resolution

is to comment more. I have been severely lacking in that area of my blogging duties. It shows, too, in the lack of comments left here at TragicDemise. I am not going to make some arbitrary rule like 'X comments per day' or 'One comment for every X posts I read'...then you would all just end up with stupid comments. But...I am going to try to be more comment-ey...it'll be fun! ;)

On another quick note before work - um, it's 38 degrees right now. I know my CA blogglers are probably getting frostbite at the thought of it. Honestly, it's not that odd for here in Indiana...but our high today is supposed to be 78. How do you dress for a 40 degree temp spread? Ahh, the joys of 'autumn'. Basically, autumn in Indiana is a series of winter mornings and summer afternoons interspersed with rain. (A lot of rain.)

Anyway...I guess I will dig out (last year's) jacket and brave the weather. Here's hoping I don't forget it at work tonight so I have it again tomorrow.

How Did I Just Hear About This?

Fifteen years ago there was a 19 year old Indiana boy that died of AIDS. You've probably heard of and forgotten about him a thousand times. Ryan White had been recieving treatments with a blood-based product called Factor VIII to help fight his hemophelia and was diagnosed after a surgery to remove part of his lung in 1984. In the mid 80's, HIV and AIDS were largely misunderstood and frightened most people beyond reason. He was expelled from his school and endured endless torment in his community. He was finally allowed back to school, but only allowed to use disposable dishes and silverware and was barred from using the same restrooms as the rest of the school...restaurants would throw dishes and utensils that he used away after he touched them. His locker and home were vandalized...even shot at.

That's a lot of backstory. When Ryan White died in 1990, Congress passed the Ryan White Comprehensive AIDS Resources Emergency (CARE) Act. It was and still is most funded federal program, save Medicaid and Medicare, that cares for people living with HIV/AIDS. It was a huge step for this country and has helped millions of people. This Friday, though, that program expires. To date, Congress has taken no action to extend this program.

This Saturday The Campaign to End AIDS and the AIDS Foundation of Chicago will be taking to the streets...namely Michigan Avenue...in Chicago. Advocates will be on every street corner talking to pedestrians and there will be a rally at Water Tower Park focusing on the reauthorization of the Ryan White CARE Act and Bush's plans to remove millions of dollars in funding from urban areas most affectes by HIV/AIDS. If you are in the area this weekend, stop by and show your support...Even better, contact your representatives and tell them that we need this funding.

Into the Wayback Machine...

Got tagged again...here we go.

1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find you 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five people to do the same.

My 23rd post was But I'm Not Even Catholic...

There actually aren't 5 sentences in that post...but it is the home of my most Googled picture. I had just taken a quiz called "What Kind of Hot Boy Kiss Are You?" and my result was



You are a School Boy Kiss!! You're a deprived
Catholic school boy who needs some action...
don't get caught in the locker room!



So, there's that...and now I have to tag some people. I've learned my lesson that a lot of my blogglers hate memes...but, I care little.

• Ethan (BratBoy) because he liked to share.
• Rigo (Gravely Gay) because he's from the exotic locale of Oregon
• JaySix (Hot'N'Fresh) because this program was brought to you by the letter 'J' and the number '6'.
• Pimpin' D (Incoherent) because he's been on vacation and needs something to do besides gamble.
• Aaron (Push the Button) because he's new and might not even have that many posts...but he can try.
  

HeeHee...

Click here. It's completely safe for work and just fun.

It's just another Google bomb...but, I completely agree. :) This happened once a couple years ago, too...but has re-emerged since the wreck that was the federal governments reaction to Katrina.

But...I Don't Even Drink Coffee...

I just got home from the hospital. My grandmother had a cataract surgery this morning and needed someone (obviously) to drive her there and back. While sitting in the waiting room I got this enormous craving for a cup of coffee. I never drink coffee. I love the smell, but can not stand to drink it. That is, until I am in a hospital waiting room. So, I succumbed to the urge and mixed myself what constitutes coffee that I can drink. This involves 3 sugars (actually NatraTaste) and three creamers. Guh...just thinking about it makes me want to brush my teeth again - which is exactly what I did the second I walked in the door at home. Anyway, all is well with GrannyJ and she is happy at home watching television for the day.

In other news, a friend of mine is in Chicago today having surgery to remove a testicle. He went to see the doctor after noticing some pain in his testicles and after testing and a biopsy, it was determined that there were some precancerous and 'ambiguous' cells. Considering his familial history of testicular cancer, it was decided removal would be the best option. I was more worried than I should have been. I found out that it's an outpatient procedure that basically entails a local anesthetic, a small incision and *boom*...uniball.



Yesterday he got to pick out his new ball. He said they look like little plastic grapes laying there on the table, lol. It sounds like fun, but I hope that is one shopping experience I never have, personally, lol. It will all be done at the same time, evidently...one out, one in...and done. He won't tell me which side it is that is being removed, saying that I will just have to find out for myself. (Sounds like it could turn into a fun party game, lol) So, next time we see each other, I'll be in the spotlight, trying to figure out one from the other. Hey, I like grapes, though...

That is what I have been looking at on my computer screen all night. Most of you know that I use FireFox and one of the perks is the constantly updating weather service, ForecastFox. Basically what the picture reads as is

• Currently: 72 and Rain
• Tonight: Thunderstorms
• Tomorrow: Rain

Technically since I took that screen cap last night, today is 'Tomorrow'...so we have more rain coming.



Actually, we've had quite enough rain, already. If you look at the map above, I live right in the middle of that yellow swath in Indiana. (Actually the dark yellow area, which indicates about 4.5" of rain over the past 24 hours.) I know it's nothing like what the gulf coast has gotten, but for us in little old Indiana, it's a little too much. Yesterday the remnants of Rita crashed into another system from the west over IL. Then the joined forces and stalled over IN. Now, they are sitting over the northeast and just laughing at us while we try to stay dry.

Des Wives...

But first...the only tan line I want.



Click on the pic above for the NSFW version. This is an advertisement from AIDES, an HIV prevention agency in France. The tag line reads: "AIDES congratulates all those who have been protected this summer." Why can't we have ads like this on OUR public transport? It would certainly make riding the L more exciting.



Tonight, of course, is the season premiere of Des Wives and Grey's Anatomy. I have been looking forward to this for weeks. If you need me...you will probably find me laying in bed with a pint of ice cream and the television locked on ABC6.

The KutchMoore

ALLEDGEDLY!!! Ashton and Demi got married on Saturday night. The ceremony was in a private BevHills home and was on the fringe of Kabbalah-esque. Everyone was there...and by that I mean Bruce and the 3 wierdly named daughters. I am sure some A-listers were there, but I don't care...

US and People are fighting over credit for who broke the story, so I am gonne throw my hat in, too. It was me that found out first! Hey, if everyone else is gonna fight about it, I may as well try for some of the credit, lol...

--And just a question: Why is Demi holding onto Moore as her last name? It's not her maiden name...it's her first husband's last name. Why would she not take Willis or Kutcher in favor of keeping a name from a marriage over 20 years ago? I don't even know what her maiden name is...but it makes no sense to me.

What I Did Last Night...Unadvisable For The Most Part

• Start ordering Stoli gimlets as 'talls'.
• Proceed to drink them as if they are water.
• Buy a shot of Don Julio for Carl, the guy that Robyn liked and I, evidently, went to school with.
  
• Talk incessantly about how cute and how well dressed Dan is.
  
• Flirt with Dennis, Crystal's boyfriend, because he's hot.
• Continue ordering Stoli gimlets...a lot.
• Buy a bottle of vodka to take to Jeff's house for hot-tubbing.
• Make out with Dennis...so Crystal can take a picture.
• Make out with Bill, repeatedly, so Crystal can take a picture.
• Whatever happened at Jeff's house.
  
• Tell Bill that I will tell Lynn he likes her if we get to make out more.
  
• Make out with Bill in the hot tub and never tell Lynn.
• Get home at 6:00 am, sleep till mid-afternoon.
• Wake up in some newly discovered state - Somewhere between SUPREMELY drunk and INCREDIBLY hungover.
  

Have a good weekend kids.

Hey Kids!

Ahh the shit that dumps on a person...all at once. I am not going to get into it all, because I have talked to a lot of you about it personally. (Well, not a lot...but the ones I felt like it, lol) Evidently this is 'Shit Happens - A Lot' week. Everyone I know is getting over, getting in, or dealing with something. Know that I am thinking of all of you...and everyting will be otay.

I stopped at the Lancome counter with Lynn tonight to get our presales in for their fall gift with puchase. Not that I need an eyeshadow quad, brushes, or a cosmetics case...but I did need a new moisturizer and (now) a concealer. I have never used concealer, but I haven't really slept this week. If I am going to continue being seen in public, I need to get rid of the dark circles under my eyes...it's starting to look like I was in a fight - and didn't win, lol. So, I got my new moisturizer ($32) and a new concealer ($24). I went ahead and brought the concealer home and put the moisturizer on presale so I can get the gift...GrannyJ will appreciate it, I think. Holly did Lynn's makeup for going out tonight and DAMN...the girl has eyelashes now, lol.

Anyway...I am sitting here in my towel, fresh out of the shower. I used every weapon in my artillary against the war-zone that has become my face this week. After face wash, face scrub, pore minimizer, moisturizer, concealer, and bronzer...I think I am ready to face the world tonight. (This is also the most makeup I have ever used in my life. -the term 'makeup' being used loosely to describe all facial treatments.)

I am sure there was something other than skin care that I was going to talk about, but I am not sure what it was.

This Sunday I will be partaking in my first Feast of the Hunter's Moon and Fort Ouiatenon. It's (from my understanding) a festival about the French/Indian War back in the 1800's, I think. All I know is there is food and it's supposed to be fun. (I might actually have pictures to share with you all from it...We'll see.)

Right now, I need to get some clothes on and hit the BiggerKnocker. Have a good night, kids.

Such a Weird Day...and Now I am Just Annoyed

I could not get to sleep last night...just couldn't. It was physically impossible for me to close my eyes for more than a few seconds without getting ADD and thinking about 100 different things. So, I finally got to sleep around 3:30, which wouldn't be so bad, but I had to work at 7:00. I got up around 5:30 - ok, it was closer to 6:00, but who's counting? I got to work and, of course, we were SO slow till about 10:00. It wasn't a real bad day...sold quite a bit, so that's good.

The weirdness starts when I left work. I stopped at the SuperTest on the way home to buy a Pepsi and cigarettes. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a woman standing next to a van, crying under the gas canopy. I was curious as to why she was crying, but not enough to care. I went in and as I was standing in front of the Pepsi cooler, the women walked inside. I kinda hung back because I didn't really want to get involved in anything that was going on...just wanted to go home. She approached the counter and, through her tears, asked the attendant why she wouldn't give her any gas. The cashier explained that they were in the business of selling gasoline, not giving it away. The woman started a new bout of sobs and complained that she didn't think she had enough has to get home. I kinda started to feel bad for the lady. I have never run out of gas, but I am sure it would suck. And I am sure it would suck more if you had no money. The attendant asked if there was anyone she could call that could bring her some money. The lady said yes, and grabbed for the phone. I thought it was all over and started to the counter when the crazy bitch THREW THE PHONE at the cashier! "Don't you think I woulda thoughta that, you dirty bitch!" My shoulders fell as I uttered a 'WTF' under my breath. The manager came running out of the office and started screaming that the woman had to leave the building. The woman finally turned around to leave after going on and on that they should give her gas because she needed it and blah blah blah. The manager looked at her straight in the eye and said, "You know...I've done it before, but not for people that throw shit at my employees." She finally got the woman out the door, but she didn't head for her van. She started going to the people at each pump and asking them for money. I went up to the counter to make my purchase when the woman came crashing back in screaming that we were all bastards for not helping her. This is when the cashier piped up with a really novel idea. "Maybe you could return the $35 carton of cigs you just bought." WHAT? All sympathy flew out the window when the woman said no. The manager finally hustled the woman BACK out the door again - and then LOCKS THE DOOR! WTF? Christ on a stick. The woman outside was banging on the door, yelling at us while the manager called the police. 'For our protection' she wouldn't let us leave till thep police showed up.

The police showed up within about 10 minutes and put her in the back of the car...not cuffed or anything, though, so I don't know if she was arrested. All I care about is that I was FINALLY allowed to leave the flippin gas station after almost 30 minutes. By this point, the employee that got hit with the phone was on her cell laughing about it to her friend, so I think it's ok.

Anyway...I got home around 5:00 and flipped on the tv - and spent 3 hours watching a JetBlue airbus circle LAX with his landing gear all floppyjawed. They made a safe landing and everyone was ok...but that is how I spent my night.

OH! That and listening to this FUCKING America's Next Top Model commercial on AIM. This thing at the top of my Buddy List has been playing REPEATEDLY for hours. I hit the stop button, the pause button, the mute button...everything. I even watched the show, and it STILL wouldn't go away, lol. My head hurts now because of it. :(

My Humps

New Music of the Moment dedicated to Hoodily McDoodles. Cause I do like all of her humps...and lumps...her lovely lady lumps. ;) I might have an official Fall Theme Song.

My Humps

[Will.i.am]

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside your trunk

[Fergie]

I'ma get get get get you drunk
get you love drunk off my hump
my hump my hump my hump my hump my hump
my hump my hump my hump my lovely little lumps

Check it out...

I drive these brothers crazy
I do it on the daily
they treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ices
Dolce and Gabbana
Fendi and then Donna Karen
They be sharin
All their money got me wearin fly
brother i ain't askin',
They say they love mah ass in
Seven Jeans
True religion
I say no
but they keep givin
So I keep on takin
And no I aint taken'
We can keep on datin
ill keep on demonstrating

My love my love my love my love
you love my lady lumps
my hump my hump my hump
my humps they got you..

[Will.i.am]

Shes got me spendin..

[Fergie]

Ohh..Spendin all your money on me..and spendin time on me..

[Will.i.am]

Shes got me spendin..

[Fergie]

Ohh..Spendin all your money on me..up on me on me..

[Will.i.am]

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk..

[Fergie]

I'ma get get get get you drunk
get you love drunk off my hump

[Will.i.am]

Whatcha gonna do with all that ass
all that ass inside them jeans

[Fergie]

I'ma make make make make you scream
make you scream make you scream

cuz' of my humps my hump my hump my hump
my hump my hump my hump my lovely lady lumps

Check it out...

[Will.i.am]

I met a girl down at the disco
She said hey hey hey yeah lets go
I can be ya baby, you could be my honey
Lets spend time not money
And mix your milk with my cocoa puff
milky milky cocoa
mix your milk with my cocoa puff
Milky milky
Riiiiight...

[Fergie]

They say I'm really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standin next to me
Always dancin next to me
tryin'a feel my hump hump
Lookin at my lump lump
you can look but you can't touch it
if you touch it
I'ma.. start some drama
you don't want no drama
No no drama no no no no drama
So don't
Pull on my hand, boy
you aint my man, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy

And move my hump
my hump my hump my hump my hump my hump my hump
my hump my hump my hump my hump my lovely lady lumps
my lovely lady lumps my lovely lady lumps
In the back and in the front

my loving got you..

[Will.i.am]

Shes got me spendin..

[Fergie]

Ohh..Spendin all your money on me..and spendin time on me..

[Will.i.am]

Shes got me spendin..

[Fergie]

Ohh..Spendin all your money on me..up on me on me..

[Will.i.am]

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
all junk inside that trunk

[Fergie]

I'ma get get get get you drunk
get you love drunk off my hump

[Will.i.am]

Whatcha gonna do with all that ass
all that ass inside dem jeans

[Fergie]

I'ma make make make make you scream
make you scream make you scream

[Will.i.am]

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk

[Fergie]

I'ma get get get get you drunk
get you love drunk off this hump

[Will.i.am]

Whatcha gonna do with all that breast
all that breast inside dat shirt

[Fergie]

I'ma make make make make you work
make you work work make you work

[Will.i.am]

Shes got me spendin..

[Fergie]

Ohh..Spendin all your money on me..and spendin time on me..

[Will.i.am]

Shes got me spendin..

[Fergie]

Ohh..Spendin all your money on me..up on me on me..

[Will.i.am]
................So Real, So Real, So Real, So Real
-- So Real-, -So Real-, -So Real-, -So Real--...
So Real, So Real, So Real, So Real
-- So Real-, -So Real-, -So Real-, -So Real--..........

"Give the lady what she wants." - Marshall Field

It's Official. Federated Department Stores is the Devil...Federated Department Stores announced this morning that all of it's May Company acquisitions will be renamed Macy's. We already knew that our store was going to be included in the name change, but were holding out hope for Marshall Field's. Today Federated has announced that even the flagship store on State St would change to Macy's. Many of you are not familiar with the Marshall Field's legacy. I invite you to check out the State Street store's website. Field's has been a Chicago institution for more than 150 years. Their State Street store encompasses an entire city block and has 10 floors and more than 800,000 square feet of world class shopping.

Field's has always been innovative in the retail world. The flagship store is a destination for people from several states and always a first stop for native Chicagoans visiting home. It is the only department store in the country that you can find designs by Thomas Pink, Yves Saint Laurent, Whittard of Chelsea, and Thomas O'Brien...to name a few. They brought to America the world-famous Vertical Catwalk. Click here for pictures from their Fall '05 'Runway' Show.

The early response from Chicago and here has been one of great dismay. Shoppers were greeted at the State Street doors this morning by associates telling them of the name change. Many visitors expressed their displeasure...others simply walked away. The Chicago Tribune has it as breaking news on their website and people are being very vocal in the disappointment.
I just spoke, by phone, with an associate at the State Street store that said people have already started calling and coming into the store to cancel their charge accounts. Comments have been nearly all negative:

• I'll never shop at Macy's. Even if it used to be Marshall Field.
• This is insanity! I lived in Chicago for years and Field's is a legend. An icon. We have Macy's here but, to paraphrase a great line, I know Marshall Field's and Macy's is NO Marshall Field's. Tradition, trust and strong identity are what get and keep customers. Federated has it ALL wrong!
• I'm a Marshall Field frequent shopper. I will never buy anything from Macy's. Ever. They have no respect for Chicago.
• Field's=Chicago - Macy's=New York. Leave it that way.

While some of these comments do seem very reactionary, I agree with most of them. I will be a Federated employee soon. (Or I already am, they don't tell us these things.) Field's on State has always been my favorite place to shop. Regardless of what Federated wants, the Field's name is probably here to stay, anyway. Two days after the May-Federated merger, the Commission on Chicago Landmarks formally recommended that the City Council bestow landmark status to the retailer's flagship store at State and Washington Streets. This would mean that Federated would have to "maintain the building appearance as similar as it's original intent". Basically, it might say Macy's on the bag, but to all that pass it will still say



"Give the lady what she wants." - Marshall Field. This lady wants to shop at Field's...how about that?

What a fucking weekend. I know It's been a long time since I've written, but I haven't been home, really, in days. This was my weekend 'on' at work, meaning that I had to close on Friday, open on Saturday and work all day today. Friday night as we were leaving we decided that we should go to the Knickerbocker for a drink. We got there around 10:00 and had a great time. It was Holly, Lynn, Robyn, and me. Lynn left early and Robyn, Holly and I stayed till closing. We found out our friend Shelby had gotten hired and it was her first night working, so that was fun. (And we sat near the door so we could check out Jeff's cousin Dan...he's the new doorman.) I got home around 4:00 on Saturday morning and talked to a couple people online. It was about 5:30 when I got to bed and had to get up at 8:30 for work.

At work on Saturday we all decided that we should go out again. We decided on 9:00 which really meant 10:00. When we got to the bar the back booth was empty so we snatched it. It is prime real estate. It faces the whole bar and is the hardest seat to get. We sat around drinking and laughing - talking about work quite a bit, because that is pretty much all we had done lately. We met several people...whose names are unimportant (and I don't remember), so I won't mention them here. At one point this guy came up and asked if he could sit and finish his cigarette with us since we had an ashtray. When I looked up, I realized that I knew him. When I asked his name I realized that we had gone to high school together. We were never friends, but knew of each other. He would pop back to our table every once in a while and I bought him a couple beers. As the night went on Robyn and Lynn moved up to the bar and Waldo (a sorta pseudonym) and I ended up sitting next to each other.

At some point this guy across the table made some comment about me being gay. (Nothing derogatory, I think he is gay, himself...) Waldo leaned over to me and said, "I thought you might be...You know, I am cool with that." *wink* This is when things started to heat up...I was trying to hold up a conversation with Holly and a couple of her friends while he is, basically, giving me a handjob under the table. I think I kept my composure pretty well...but whenever anyone would speak to him, he would jerk his hand back real quick like he was going to get caught or something. He made a sly move for one of my cigarettes and whispered, "You know, I make a mean breakfast." I excused myself to the restroom and, whattayaknow, he followed me. :) We sized each other up at the urinals...more than satisfactory. When we went back to the table, I ordered another Stoli gimlet and it went pretty quickly. While stroking me through my pants like he was trying to wear a whole in them, he said, "I wasn't kidding..." I told him we probably shouldn't talk about this at the table, so I went to the restroom again. Evidently that was too subtle a hint for him. I came back to the table and asked if that meant he had changed his mind. He said he hadn't changed his mind at all and I told everyone I would be right back. We went outside onto the sidewalk. We were both pretty drunk and he stepped into a doorway and he said it was up to me. Probably not the best decision to leave those kinds of choices to me, lol. My exact words were, I believe, "I want to suck you, flip you, fuck you, and leave...how does that sound?" He said it sounded like a plan. I had my goodbyes to say in the bar and he said he was going to walk down to the corner...and meet me there. (All super-spy-like.) I basically went into the bar and said, "So, um...I'm gonna go have sex with Waldo now - See you at work!"

When I caught up with him at the corner we started walking towards his place, I thought. Oh no...not quite. Guess who has a fiance and not one, but two kids at home? Oh...yeah! He said that he had a friend that lived downtown that he stayed with a lot and we could go there. (Sketchy, n'est-ce pas?) By this point, though, it was definitely going to happen, so I said OK. As we walked he started telling me that he has experimented with guys a couple times in the past year or so. He said he was still straight but liked nothing better than "a big, thick cock up his ass". I told him I could probably accomodate him and he seemed to agree. I know most 'straight' and bi guys don't like to kiss...but I do. So, I asked him if he did and he said yes. Luckily there was a conveniently placed bush or we would have been making out on the sidewalk, lol. We finally got to his friends house and it just happens to be this super-hot Hispanic guy. We will call him Benny. All three of us went upstairs to his den and Waldo and I sat on the sofa while Benny sat across the room on a chair. Benny pushed play on the DVD player and this HORRIBLE porn starts playing. It was a bisexual porn and it was SO bad, seriously...gross. A couple minutes into the movie Waldo reached over and unzips my pants...I wasn't complaining. I was just starting to get into it when he jumped up and asked Benny if he minded if he got comfortable. I expected him to take off his shoes or unbutton his shirt or something. OH NO...he stripped bare in about 3 seconds and pounced on my cock.

As he was going down on me Benny reaches into a box on the table and pulls out that recognizable little brown bottle. I took my first whiff and was hit hard. Everything is fantastic for the first 30 seconds...and then that headache sets in. As Waldo was going down on me, Benny undressed and knelt behind Waldo. He started rimming Waldo, which sent him over the edge. I could feel his moans on my cock every time Benny hit him in just the right spot. When Benny reached back into the box and pulled out condoms and lube, I knew it was on. Waldo took a little break off my cock while Benny was starting to fuck him from behind...he raised up giving me access to his cock which I took full advantage of. Benny and I soon got into a rhythm, but we were both in awkward positions for it to be very good. Benny pulled out and went to the sofa, inviting Waldo to come sit on his dick. When he did, I got back on Waldo's cock and sucked for all I was worth. This position gave me an opening for Waldo's cock and balls and Benny's balls and ass. Heaven. Benny and I got back in our rhythm and Waldo soon had his hands in my hair, fucking my face. Benny was getting close, so Waldo slowed down and I took the opportunity to lean up and kiss him. He whispered into my ear that he had never been fucked and blown at the same time and he was getting really hot. I nibbled his earlobe a little and said, "You know, I'm fucking you as soon as he's finished. This whole time I was stroking his cock and before I got the whole sentence out he let out this fantastic moan and I felt his cum hit my chest. This all sent Benny over the edge, too, and he grabbed Waldo's hips and came so hard I think I could hear it.

Waldo never lost his erection...but Benny was pretty well spent by now. He went back to the chair across the room and sat back to enjoy the scenery. I got Waldo on his back on the floor and stroked his cock as I started to fuck him. I have never had someone's legs wrapped SO tightly around my waist...As I fucked him, he reached up and pulled me by the neck to kiss him. Benny recovered a little and I soon found him standing in front of me with a hard dick waving in my face. Who am I to refuse? So, at 5:00 in the morning I found myself fucking and stroking an acquaintance from high school while I sucked the dick of a guy I just met. Benny finished up pretty quickly, and I got to concentrate on Waldo again. Damn...the boy had a cock that just wouldn't stop leaking. I knew I was getting close so I leaned back on my legs and pulled him up onto my hips so I was deep inside. This left him with his back arched and cock pointing straight up into the air - so hot. He grabbed for my hand and we both came at the exact same time...he looked ridiculously sexy.

Waldo had to get back to his fiance, so he jetted pretty quick. (He lives within walking distance.) I wondered how he was going to explain why he smelled like lube, cum, butt sex, and my cologne...but that's hardly my problem. Benny invited me to stay, but I had to be at work at 10:45 in the morning and it was already 6:00. I went out to the sidewalk and called my cab...soon wondering if I should be embarrassed that I smelled the same as Waldo, lol.

I got home and into bed around 6:30...and was up at 9:00, ugh. I got to work on time, though, and although my throat still hurts, I think it was worth it. ;)

By the way, check out the new MOTM...don't let the title scare you...there are no lyrics.

FederFetusInfant Lives

Don't have time to write about this...ehh, who cares. Another future double-wide resident is brought into the world.

What a Wonder-Full City

The votes are all in for the Chicago Tribune's Seven Wonders of Chicago poll. And...The winners are:

• The Lakefront
• Wrigley Field
• The "L"
• Sears Tower
• The Water Tower
• University of Chicago
• Museum of Science and Industry

There are plenty more wonders in my favorite city. But they are small ones that you discover with friends on Sunday morning walks or, literally, stumble across in lesser explored areas of the city. One major exclusion from this list, I think, is Millenium Park. Sure it opened just last year, millions of dollars over budget...and it's still not done - but, it is perhaps the most ambitious public works project in Chicago (or any other major city) in the past 25 years. Taking what was, for the most part, an empty lot on top of an underground parking structure and turning it into this:

In this picture you can see, mainly, the Pritzker Pavillion in the middle and the BP ped-bridge at the bottom, both designed by Frank Gehry... At the top of the picture, that silver blob is Cloud Gate. More affectionately known as 'The Bean', and offers a novel reflection of the most-impressive skyline of the city and lake...

Oooh...Scandal...

Kanye West's comment about George Bush not caring about black people has inspired a Texas rap group, The Legendary K.O., to release a new song called (imaginitively) "George Bush Doesn't Care about Black People". Click here to listen to the song... It borrows heavily from West's own song, "Gold Digger" and his sound-bite from the 9-2-05 television program. Included, also, are original lyrics describing the aftermath of the hurrican as taken from first-hand accounts of people along the gulf coast.

Five days in this . . . attic

I can't use a cellphone I keep getting static

Dying cause they lying instead of telling us the truth . . .

Screwed 'cause they say they're coming back for us, too

But that was three days ago and I don't see no rescue . . .

It's not clear how long the song will stay available online since the use of the sample was not cleared with West or his record label...listen while you can.

Martha. Martha! MARTHA!

Ok, so I have the day off today and all I have really managed to do is 9 loads of laundry and putting off mowing the lawn. I turned on the television just before 5:00 and caught the second episode of Martha, her new (live) nightly show on TLC. It's Poncho Day today and everyone is wearing ponchos that they crocheted. It's a really fun show and she knows how to poke fun at herself, lol. Today's first guest was David Spade who has played Martha on SNL. They had a whole segment on microwave cooking that Martha learned about while in prison.

I learned to crochet when I was about 8 years old. My paternal grandmother had the idea that everyone should know how to crochet and our assignment was a baby blanket by our 10th birthday. I remember finishing it, but I have no idea what ever happened to it.

Every once in a while, usually while wandering through Hobby Lobby or some similar store, I will grab a hook and some yarn and start a project. I usually don't finish anything...but, I think I am going to head out and see what I can find...I do need a new scarf for this winter. :)

We'll see.

Mission Accomplished

I have, honestly, had nothing to write about lately. (Well, nothing more exciting than work, feh.)

I had Sunday off, so I had rented some movies at Hollywood. My friend The Degler told me that 'Crash' was an incredible movie and that I should see it. So, on my Friday errand-running I popped into Hollywood Video to get it. I have a problem when renting movies. I can't remember the last time I rented less than 3. It started when Ami and I moved in together. Before we lived together we would go out 3-4-5 nights a week. So, yeah, we were spending a few hundred bucks a week on booze and cigarettes. When we moved in together and realized that we were already at the same place there was little reason to go out to see each other. We fell into a pattern that worked well for us. I would go to work and she would go to class in the morning. I would get home around 7 and we would hit the rental place and the liquor store. (This was before we realized that Meijer, less than a mile from our house, sold liquor. And we got a Meijer credit card that allowed us to buy alcohol without even needing money.) We would go through 7-10 movies and and equal number of liters of vodka a week. We would usually go to the video store with a movie in mind...but not always. But going for just ONE movie always seemed like a waste of time...so we would get 2 or 3. Thus began my addiction, lol.

Anyway, I rented 'The Wedding Date', 'Crash', and 'Dead and Breakfast'. Let me just say about The Wedding Date - Dermot Mulroney's left ass cheek is my new boyfriend. Crash was outstanding...I thought it would be good, but it was better. Sandra Bullock plays an absolute bitch for 75% of the movie, but you end up loving her. Don Cheadle, Brendan Fraser, Ryan Phillipe...a lot of big names in this movie. I ended up either on the verge of tears or actually crying for most of the second half of the movie. Dead and Breakfast was perhaps the funniest horror movie I have ever seen. It's not scary, just bloody. I even watched the commentary (twice) because it was so hilarious.

Back to the title of this post. I have written about our new co-worker, Annaliss, before. We hate her. Well, yesterday morning she and I were opening together. She won some cookies at our morning meeting (rally) for answering a customer service trivia question correctly and offered me one. I said no thanks, but thanked her for asking. After we had the registers up and running, she asked me if there was something in particular for her to do. (This, alone, is more than we have spoken to each other ever...) I told her there was a lot of stock that needed done and she gladly went back to work on it. (Well, first she went to her car to get CDs to listen to, but no big deal.) About an hour later she came out and said she needed to make a phone call. No problem...I told her she could use the phone in the stockroom. I continued working on the floor and she came out while I was rearranging the clearance shoes and said, "Ok, so I'm gonna head out." I thought she needed a really early lunch for something and asked if that's why she was leaving. "No, you can tell Lynn I don't work here anymore and you're all asses." That brought a smile to my face before I said, "Only to you. Thanks, Great, Bye!" As she was walking away I reminded her that she would need to stop in Human Resources to sign paperwork and turn in her door card and stuff. Her only response was an over-the-shoulder no. I picked up the phone and called our HR manager to tell her that she was walking out. Her first response was, "What did you do?" and then, "Don't worry...her replacement is training tomorrow." AWESOME. So...all is well again in Shoe-Land. After she left, I was getting a shoe for a customer and came across her parting message in the stockroom. She had written WOOHOO!!! in big letters on the side of a box of stock and then jabbed the pen through the top of the box. I left it just like that and everyone laughed about it...Until Yvonne brought up a good point: I wonder, if she damaged a shoe by doing that, can we bill her for it? lol Anyway, Lynn met the new girl when she came in at 1:00 and said she really likes her, so it should be good.

I am off again today before I start my 6 day weekend stretch. I also found the new computer I want...and although this paycheck might not get it...I should be able to afford it in a couple weeks. Thanks Pimpin D' for the technical support. ;) It's so very pretty. It has everything I need and more in most respects. But...this computer I bought 5 years ago and it has been upgraded sporadically...and it was never meant to be the computer I now need, lol.

9-11

Here it is - 4 years later. God, four years already. The early moments of that Tuesday are still bright in my memory...it could have been days ago.

For our new Music of the Moment I am using a montage of audio clips overlayed with Sarah McLachlan's 'Angel'. The song stikes a chord with me personally because of its use in my mother's funeral. (And, more recently, my friend Pam's.)

It's getting late, so I am gonna wrap this up. I know we're all busy, so let's take just a moment today to remember where we were and what we were doing 4 years ago. And try to think of how far we've come.

Purdue vs Akron T minus 12 hours

Purdue plays their first football game today. It's against Akron. No offense to Akron, but I had no idea there was a college there. It's a sell-out...and we're supposed to win. (We always lose the 'easy' first game, so here's hoping.)

SO, to all those Boilermakers far and wide...a couple pics of our beloved Ross-Ade Stadium.

This is Ross-Ade empty...It's sad.














THIS is Ross-Ade with 62,500 screaming Gold & Black fans. (OK, they're not ALL Boilers...but, who cares?)









Game time is 12:00 local time (EST). BOILER UP!

Shopping Spree

So, I got paid today and I have spent 3/4 of my paycheck, lol. I got off work at 3:15 - the only good thing about going to work at 7:00 - and had a long list of errands to run. But, before any of that got accomplished, I had to come home and shower the shoe-stink off of me. Then, I hit the bank, hardware store, video store, gas station, pizza place, Target, pizza place again, and a different hardware store before getting home. It was like a whole other work day right there doing all that crap.

I went to the hardware store because I was bored with my desk. I have this (talent/skill/urge...i dunno) to walk through the hardware store and come up with new or unexpected ideas for items. The end result might end up to be more expensive than if I had just bought whatever it is I wanted, but I always like it more. I wandered around the store picking up odds and ends that I am always forgetting to buy. (low watt lights bulbs, tape, extension cord, blah blah) I ended up in the closet organization area and this is where my desk was born. Basically, I found a piece of laminated shelving (22"x36"), a laminated organizer shelving compenent (12"x12"x30") and a bracket. Put it all together with the organizer under the left side of the shelf to hold the CPU, the bracket on the right holding up the other side of the shelf, and VOILA! My new desk. I actually really like it, because it creates the illusion that the weight of the monitor (sitting on the left side) is cantilevering the rest of the desk that appears to hang in mid-air. (Don't worry, it's damn sturdy.)

I went the video store to rent Crash, cause I heard it was really good. I also got The Wedding Date...cause I do sometimes love me some Dermot Mulroney. :) Along the way I picked up the questonably titled Dead & Breakfast...unrated. Anything with a tag line like 'It's like a bad horror movie...only worse!' is begging to be watched.

I was in a good mood...until I pulled into the gas station ($2.97) and spent $30. I still had half a tank of gas, so when it hit $20 I was worried, lol. I stopped it at $30 just because I couldn't stand to spend more than that on gas. Luckily, it filled it up...just short of clicking off.

In my bad mood, I decide Pizza Slut would be good for dinner so I dropped off an order and hit Target. I would really like to know why they stopped selling my Neutrogena shampoo and conditioner. It pisses me off. Do you have ANY idea how long it took me to find the perfect shampoo? a long time. I had to buy Garnier...which I do not trust. I buy their Surf Hair paste...but I don't know about 'real' products from Garnier...I feel so "college-freshman-girl-in-the-dorm".

Anyway, back to pick up my pizza, and then remembered that I forgot to get a new power strip...luckily there is another hardware store near my house. I, of course, ran into an old co-worker there and talked for a good 20 minutes while my pizza got cold.

Anyway...ramblin, useless post.

One more thing, though...Might I be too regular of a customer if, when I go to my local liquor store, the guy behind the counter doesn't even pretend to not be smoking pot? I walked in to a cloud of incense and marijuana...not that I mind, but I was a little taken aback. I walked to the cooler to get my beer and came back up to the counter just as he was taking another toke. When you're on break, it's one thing...but when actually working, it takes balls to smoke up at work. BALLS

Good Day...I Think

So, without going into huge, confusing detail - our biggest fall shoe sale starts tomorrow. As an incentive for people to come in and shop early, there is a 20% discount on each pair that you reserve for the sale. Well, today was the day we rang all of those shoes. It was hell. On the upside, though, I made $450 today - so that's awesome. $55/hour is a good day. (I have to keep telling my blistered feet that.) In other good news...The girl that replaced Holly when she moved to the Lancome counter is quitting. We hate her. YOU hate her...believe me.

We got SJP's new fragrance, too. I didn't get a chance to smell it, but this is the ad text: With her girl next door glamour and unique sense of style, Sarah Jessica Parker defines Lovely. This signature scent reflects her love of layering the unexpected, both in fashion and in fragrance. Lavender, orchid and amber mingle with apple martini, paper whites and musk.

Sounds good, right?

Also good, surprisingly, is Britney Spears new scent. I forget what it's called...something about Cheetos and Mountain Dew, I think. It's actually really hot. Holly ran over to have me smell it the other night. I can't think of another thing to say to round out this quasi-paragraph, so I am quitting.

Oh, aren't I lucky? I am actually home on a Thursday night and can watch Joey. (He's supposed to become a movie star this week.) The only redeeming quality of this show, I think, is Jennifer Coolidge. Love her.

**UPDATE: OK, so the Joey thing is on the season premiere in 2 weeks. I had no idea this was a rerun.

I Completely Agree...

...and this is just now hitting the international news? I caught on years ago.

Ashlee Simpson Stole My Boyfriend...

I heard Ashlee Simpson's new single on the way home from work this evening. It's not horrible. I would like to state an observation I made while listening. Just months after her SNL fiasco, maybe she should avoid singing songs that include the line

Don't put words up in my mouth...

Just a thought.

Another thing. I hope most of you have donated something to the hurricane relief efforts. If you haven't, I have a GREAT opportunity for you all. If you come in to your local May Company Department Store to make a donation, it will be matched by both May Company and Federated Department Stores, effectively tripling your donation. 100% of proceeds go directly to charity and are split 50/50 with the Red Cross and the Salvation Army. I got my $100 in today...voila, $300 for the hurricane victims...

Will probably have more to talk about later...

Here we go...

New Music of the Moment from down under. These girls, The Veronicas, are supposed to be the next big thing hitting the states...and a damn sight better than a hurricane, if you ask me.

Still not feeling very well...very tempted not to go to work again today. BUT...if I want to make some money, I have to motivate myself to the mall. I have concluded that as long as I don't eat or drink anything more volatile than water, I should be ok.

Got the new VITALS MAN in the mail today...that should get me through the lulls. Have a good day, we'll talk later.

My Tummy-Box Feels Broken

Stayed home from work today. Not to get too graphic, but things are coming out of both ends that I don't remember ever having seen or eaten.

This is going to be a short post...Just a couple observations.

SATC on the WB. I managed to catch almost every episode when it was on HBO. After the end of the series, when they put it on TBS, I was a little worried. I didn't know how well it would translate to basic cable. What would Sex be without all the ...well... sex? It actually turned out pretty well, I thought. There were times when it was glaringly obvious that something was missing, but good overall. Now...they are having it on the WB. It will take a lot, I think, to show it on basic-basic cable. WB...you are now entrusted with one of the best shows of all time. Don't fuck it, ok?

Ellen's new season. Remixed themesong...new concept for this season. I have watched enough talk shows to know that drastic changes sometimes are a death knell for a good show. It still looks fun for now, so we'll see.

I am going to go lay in the bathroom some more...have fun, kids.

**Oh...check out the title link of this post to meet Salad Fingers. His tummy-box feels broken, too. And he doesn't like your mouth-words.

Resaca Mexicana

So, last night was the party at Jeff and Holly's. (Well, they had a fight late in the party, so I hope it is still Jeff and Holly's.) It was a blast, though...there were 2 pinatas (one for girls, one for boys), both filled with little bottles of liquor, lighters, condoms, and candy. The liquor and the condoms were the only things anyone cared about, lol. We invented a new word for Holly. Her boobs are so big that she wouldn't need Bluetooth when she gets a new phone...she can just sit it in her boobs and yell...so she would have Boobtooth...ick...or Blueboob...ack.

If there is anything to be said for all the regulars of a bar going to a party together, it's that NO ONE will be sober. There were at least 50 people (maybe 75) there and the party was in full swing when we got there. There were CASES and CASES of beer stacked up on the deck and a fully stocked bar, too. My enchiladas were a huge hit with everyone except Lynn. She had a face after her first bite like she had bitten into a block of moldy cheese.

The beer I bought was quickly consumed, along with all the others...at one point the cooler was refilled with 4 cases of Corona...and empty in less than 10 minutes. A couple hours after we got there somebody fired up the hot tub. Unfortunately, the only people that got in the hot tub were the gorgeous girls and the ugly boys, lol. Robyn and I went inside to play poker, and while I didn't win, I did outlast 2 people. Pretty impressive considering I had never played before.

Lynn and Robyn left the party pretty early, but I stayed for action. There was a point that I reached into the cooler only to find ice...not a single beer to be found. My best guess is that about 12 cases of beer disappeared within 3 hours....Plus all the liquor. I pulled Jeff aside and told him there was no more beer and he clued me into the stash in the poker room...It was an imported Mexican beer - Monterrey Light - and I didn't like it. It's slogan is Sabor Incomparable...and I could not agree more. I think I hate all Mexican beers. (I took 3 when I left, lol)

I am pretty sure that party kept the cab companies in business last night...they were bringing people and taking people all night. I shared a cab with a couple I just met, Dani (my girl bartender), and her boyfriend. We had my favorite Russian cab driver, Tito. I think we might all drink too much - the cab driver knew each of us by name...

So, I got home, showered and jumped online to chat with people...I missed one, flirted with one, pissed one off, and professed my undying love to several... I really should not be allowed near communications devices while drunk... I really didn't wake up with a hangover, though, surprisingly. I got to bed around 5:30 and was up at 11:00, so that's not bad...

All I have done so far today, though, is read a book and eat brocolli, lol...exciting, I know...

The Big Gay List

I just posted a comment on Ethan's post about giving blood that I am on 'The Big Gay List'.

Throughout high school and college, I always gave blood at all of our blood drives. It was a good thing to do and it got you out of class for an hour or so. My first donation was a little scary, but over quickly. They tested me for healthy iron levels (thumbs up) and my blood type (A+). They also ask you a series of questions. Most of them, I had no problem with. I have never been to Africa, never had cancer, never done drugs, blah blah blah... Then they get to the question I hate. "Have you, even once, had sex with a man since 1977?"

My honest answer, even in high school, would have been yes. Knowing the reasoning behind the question and knowing that I had never had unsafe sex, I always lied and said no. No one ever questioned it, so I never thought twice about it. They never even looked up from the paper when they asked. They expect you to say no. So, on it went...every 6 months or so, I would donate blood. When I entered college, I worked at the Student Health Center, so I had even more opportunity to donate.

Once, during the summer after my freshman year, a friend and I were dangerously low on cash. We decided an easy way to make $30 would be to donate plasma. We headed down to the Levee where the blood bank place is and did it. When the machine was recycling and pumping blood/saline back into my arm, the needle slipped and the liquid started to gather under the skin. I told them to just remove it, I wanted to be done with it. I got a big lecture about having just given a LOT of whole blood and I wouldn't be able to donate for an extended period of time. No problem, I thought...I am not signing up for this any time soon.

About a year later, another friend of mine was low on cash and was going to donate. I decided I would tag along. My waiting period was up and I could always use a little extra cash. (The experience from my first time had faded into a glossed-over memory.) We got there and did the deal. (Everything worked out fine this time.) As we were heading to the counter, the location manager asked me to join her in one of the conference rooms.

She said she was sorry to tell me that they wouldn't be able to accept my donation today because I was homosexual. I told her that, yes, I am homosexual...but they didn't ask me anything about that. She said that a person working in the facility had seen me at the Sportsman, a local gay bar. Because of this, she would not be able to take my donation, but I would still be paid. I asked her how going to a gay bar had anything to do with the screening questions I had been asked. "Have you, even once, had sex with a man since 1977?" She just kept repeating that question. I told her that, no, I have not had sex with a man...ever. She said, "Well, you just told me that you are a homosexual, didn't you?" Yes, I had said that. I wasn't aware that you couldn't be gay unless you were sexually active. She told me that since I identified as a homosexual, she must, then, conclude that I have had sex with a man...and gays tend to be promiscuous - leading to HIV, so she couldn't accept my blood. This is when my blood started to boil. (No pun, or whatever, intended.) I stood up and started firing questions at her.

Since I was at a gay bar, I must be gay? Since I am gay, I must have had sex with a man? Since I had sex with a man, that makes me promiscuous? Since I am promiscuous, I must have unsafe sex? Since I have unsafe sex, I must have HIV?

Her only response: "Yes, that is what I assume."

I told her that her line of logic took me from being in a gay establishment to having HIV...that's a pretty big jump.

Enraged is hardly a strong enough word to describe the hatred and anger I felt at this point. I demanded to know who said that they saw me there. I did not recognize anyone in the building. She told me that they have an anonymity policy for people to report such things under. (Understandable, I suppose.) I then asked her why it was ok for this other dirty gay man to WORK there...HANDLING blood all day? She said that was none of my concern, and that the person in question was certainly not a 'dirty gay man'. (Yeah, break in logic...we were both in the same place...I must have HIV, but not him.) I asked her if this man saw me having dirty butt sex in the bathroom. Did he see me giving a blowjob on a barstool? Was I barebacking on the bar? No. No. No.

Then, unfortunately, I started asking her personal questions. Have YOU had sex with a man, even once, since 1977? She said yes, of course she had. Have you, EVERY TIME, used protection? She said, "Obviously not, I have 2 children." Do YOU use a condom when you give a blowjob? "Well...no..." I stopped dead in my tracks at this point. I was so angry I was near tears. I looked at her dead in the eye and said, "You have just admitted to having an infinitely greater amount of unsafe sex than I ever have...Do you see what doesn't make sense here?" She looked down at the desk and mumbled the most hateful thing I think I have ever heard. "I have to make certain assumptions based on your sexuality."

Anyway...Now I am on 'The Big Gay List'. I can not donate blood or organs. It's even in my medical records. If I am admitted to the hospital, one of the first things an nurse or physician will see on my chart is 'homosexual'...aka 'careful with your gloves'.

Fiesta Mexicana -or- Enchiladas Híbridos

Wow..I really haven't written much lately. Nothing exciting going on, though...just getting through the week. In addition to this being the holiday weekend, my schedule rotation gives me a 3-day weekend. WOOHOO!

Friday night Lynn and I bought the big bottle of vodka and went over to Robyn's house for some drinks and music. We ended up not going out, but did manage to get pretty trashed, anyway. Our friend Jimmy J is in town this weekend and he is staying at Robyn's, so the 4 of us sat around and played some card games (read: drinking games) and chilled. Jimmy J was tired and Robyn was drinking like a champ, so by the time Lynn and I left at 3:00ish they were both on the floor. Lynn and I went back to her house to watch a movie and have another drink. I slept there and we basically spent all day Saturday in our pajamas watching movies.

Robyn called us in the afternoon to see if we wanted to do something that night. I wanted to go out, but Robyn still had an upset stomach from the previous night, so I figured that was out. Robyn went out and picked up some Marco's pizza and cheesy bread and we came over to her place. No one (except me) was in the mood to drink so we just sat around eating pizza and watching TV. Lynn did feel well and went home, but Robyn, Jimmy J, and I sat around till about 1:00 and then remembered the party today. Being as we live in Indiana, there is no alcohol sold on Sundays, so we hit the liquor store for some Sunday booze and I headed home.

Tonight, Holly and Jeff have invited everyone over for a 'Fiesta Mexicana' at their place. Rumor is there will be a pinata filled with little bottles of alcohol...I would expect no less from Jeff, being a bar manager and all. Well, this morning (afternoon) when I finally motivated myself out of bed, I decided I wanted to make enchiladas to bring to the party. So, after I mowed the lawn, gave the dog a bath, and showered, I set about finding a recipe. I didn't like anything I found, so with a little faith...and a LOT of hope...I decided I could make something up on my own. I had chicken at home so I headed out for my local carniceria. I was a little out of my element, but the friendly hispanimericans at the store helped me out a lot. I bought a box of rice, some tortillas, and a can of (what they tell me is) enchilada sauce. I really have no idea, because there is not a single word in English on anything I bought. (I guess that makes it more authentic.) They also had Kraft shredded cheese - Mexican blend - so I got that, too.


When I got home I threw everything I had read in any of the recipes out the window. Hell, the only Mexican thing about this party is the pinata, anyway...how authentic does the food need to be? I baked and shredded the chicken and fixed the rice. I found the word agua on the back, so I guessed the # next to it was the amount of water to use...it turned out VERY spicy. I warmed the tortillas in the oven and sprayed the baking dish. Then came assembly. (And this is where I am pretty sure I bastardized the whole thing.) I laid out a tortilla, put some chicken, rice, and enchilada sauce in it and rolled it up...into the pan. (seam side down) I ran out of chicken with 2 tortillas left, so I made 2 with just rice and sauce...for my veggie friends. Then I spooned some more sauce over the top and sprinkled it with cheese. As we speak they are baking in the oven till...well, I guess till the cheese is melted, because everything is already cooked, technically. The oven is on 200 degrees, lol, because 1) I have no idea how long/hot to cook it and 2) The party isn't till 7:00. I am a little disappointed they didn't have the tamarindo soda that I like...I will have to find it somewhere else, I guess.

So...I am not sure if I can call them enchiladas...or what to call them, really. If they taste good, I guess I will have a new specialty. If they taste bad, I will blame it on the people at the carniceria. :)

Sexy Boy

New MOTM dedicated to all my Sexy Boys...especially my blog posse from the beginning:

J6 and FB over at Hot & Fresh
Pimpin' D and his Ramblings
Incognito...(He's Queer)
Jason. He's been sent to his room

-AND-

Our new sexy boy, Aaron...who likes to push buttons.