Twice in one day. Now I'm lucky for once a month.

Regarding posts and sex in that particular order.

I'm feeling like sharing (boring) my readers with some highlights of yesterday and my plans for the next few days so here it is:

Rant: I really don't have one. Either I took too much Xanax by mistake and nothing could penetrate my last nerve or my life is too good to be true.

Rave I: I let go of the tizzy that my friend put me in. She was being a bitch (and not the kind I admire though she does possess that ability) and I let it get to me. She's constantly getting herself into trouble with that mouth of hers and she always will. It's not going to change and even with her faults she is still my friend. I will, however, make her bail her own ass out of trouble the next time something happens to teach her a lesson. Then I'll tell her why I did it. Perhaps she'll grow as a person for it. If not it will be fun just to see her squirm.

Rave II: I received in the mail from Netflix the Point Pleasant series disc 3 which brought closure to the show for me. I was livid when Fox canceled the series. They stopped airing Point Pleasant with 4 remaining shows left. For God sake why do networks do this? Anyway, I had a PP marathon last night and was able to see how things unfolded. Shocking, creative and furious is all I can say. Still pissed that it was axed but at least I know now how things played out.

Rave III: I am 100% done with Christmas shopping. And yes I said "Christmas." I really don't give a shit if it isn't PC. It's always been Christmas to me and it always will. That said I greet all strangers and friends who I know are Jewish...Agnostic...Muslim...etc... with Happy Holidays so as not to offend. And the cards that I mail out are all "Holiday" in nature so as not to offend. But "I" celebrate Christmas. Anyway, the shopping is done and by next week with a click of the mouse I can transfer funds to pay off my credit card. So it's all paid for. Yippee! All I have to do is wrap what needs wrapping and I'm done.

Rave IV: Heading over to my sisters house over at the Island for her annual Christmas party. We're leaving tonight after T gets off work and coming back Sunday. It should be a fun party and I plan on doing some antique shopping while there. I have to buy myself a little sumthin sumthin ya know. If it's not raining I want to walk on the beach. I love walking the beach when it's cold. Such a contradiction to me...the beach...cold...Hell, I'm even going to pack the perfect sweater I bought a couple of years ago just for cool weather beach walking.

Rave V: I made 4 batches of Chex Mix last night. I really hate messing up my kitchen (thus the reason I prefer to eat out) but it was actually fun. A few years back I bought these amazing commercial non-stick pans (huge bastards) and could cook a double batch in each one. Glory!

Rave VI: My tan lasted over a week last time. CJ has perfected the formula for my skin tone and adjusted it for Todd's highlights. Unf-ing believe results. I'm a happy boy.

Rave VII: I found THE sexiest damn shirt for this weekends party. It's a Kenneth Cole black pullover with a low V-neck and get this...black velvet on the cuffs and collar. OMG. Now I just have to find the right slack to wear with it. And then which cologne to adorn myself with. Something wintry & spicy.....and the winner will likely be Romeo Gigli. Damn I love that stuff.

Rave VIII: Joined the gym. Actually I told T to get me a membership for my stocking and he did but I got it early. I went yesterday and it was nice being back. I'm so looking forward to Yoga and thinking about Pilates as well. We sail on February 6th for a week and I need a somewhat "bathing suit ready" body for the trip. A month & 1/2 of gym and a month of starvation should do the trick. I hope.

So that's all folks. I am going to leave you with a little holiday eye candy from my proverbial table (I wish) to yours.










Bon Appetit you horny boys & girls!

How the time flies when you're a good bitch

So Wednesday was my moms 80th birthday. To look at her you'd think she was maybe 70. She's in great shape for a woman of her tender age and a 31 year cancer survivor. Three times she fought it and 3 times she kicked its ass. She lost a breast during one of these battles but it never slowed her down or killed her spirit. Even that didn't have an effect on her. To show you the kind of person she is, when the doctor met with my dad & her prior to the masectomy he asked my dad how it would affect him by her losing a breast. He grabbed her hand look at the doctor and said " well, she's never had much up top to being with so there's really nothing to miss. Besides, all the good stuff is down below if you know what I mean", and with that said the three of them cracked up. In short she is amazing and I'm truly blessed to have her around.

To celebrate her birthday my sister and I started planning months in advance. We were planning to either go back to Atlanta and throw her a huge party or either bring down to Florida all of her friends and relatives that she'd enjoy having around. Well, smelling something cooking mother made it quite clear that she would "not be having a big party' and would be very pissed off if we threw her one. She said this three times. Knowing her as we do we took her at her word. If she'd said it once we'd have taken it as a green light. If she'd said it twice we'd have proceeded with caution. But by saying this three time we knew she would really be pissed. She can be a bitch when she wants to and as I often tell her it's one of her most enduring qualities. Seriously. There is nothing more I love in a southern woman that the ability to be a good bitch when she wants to. I often tell her that she's the best bitch I know and she loves me all the more for the compliment. In fact, she'll often rebuke an annoying (deserving) sales person or telemarketer and then recount the tale asking me if she was "too bitchy" or just "enough to make a point"? Gotta love it!

So what did we do for her birthday you ask? Well, her favorite brother & his wife and her sister "V" (oh my God the stories I could tell about this hurricane of a woman) were planning on coming down anyway so my sis and I set Plan B into motion. Long story short sis told mom she was over at the island house for the week and would celebrate later and I told mom I had to work and would go to dinner with the aunts, uncle and her that evening. (Uncle & his wife were in on it -- hurricane Aunt V was not) Well, that wasn't exactly the truth. Sis was at the island but drove over that morning and at 12:15 this white stretch limo picked she and I up at my house. Then we proceeded up the street to moms house where sis and went to the door with a dozen pink roses and told her to get her ass ready we were going to lunch. She was happy to have 2 of her kids there. My brother was in California having his last bone scan for rabid prostrate cancer that morning and then flying that afternoon to Atlanta to their new home there. So 10 minutes later we're out the door for lunch. The driver had parked the car out of sight so she didn't see it right off but when she did she was taken back. We piled into the car and for the hours drive over to the Gulf to the restaurant the aunts, Uncle, and my mom had the time of their life. We had a great lunch, everyone had a great time and yesterday mother told me over coffee that it was truly one of the best birthdays she'd ever had. Then she proceeded to tell me that if we'd thrown her a party she'd have kicked our asses and never forgiven us. Then for ten minutes I got a lecture from her on the party "we thought about having" that never was. She bitched and I loved and relished every minute of. So did she.

Long time no update....

It's been a crazy few weeks for me. The holidays being in full swing...Fiscal year end at work...and wrapping up 2005 in preparation for the new year have kept Pookie a busy boy.

I've managed to read all my favorite blogs and squeeze in the occasional reply but updating my own site has taken a back seat.

First the rant: I am so pissed right now at a friend of mine that I can't see straight. She is a self-made, powerhouse of a woman that I've known for 10 years now. She has a big heart and can be a really sweet person but she's so damn single focused that she can come across as rude and arrogant to those who don't really know her. It's this "one way mode" that she gets in that's made me so mad. Sometimes (OK often) she'll just pop off and say something without thinking of how to word what she's trying to say and it comes out very negative. I've bailed her ass out of situations many times doing damage control but I've decided that the next time she's on her own. Next time that mouth of hers gets her into trouble with the wrong person I am not cleaning up her mess. She knows better than to pop off to me because I will damn sure call her on it. But people who aren't used to her can get hurt. That's the case this evening. Sorry "X", but you're on your own for a while. Eventually I'll toss ya a paddle cause that's the kind of guy I am but not until you've learned a long overdue lesson.

I feel better now.

Rave I: I am so psyched about the holidays this year. Starting with Thanksgiving it's truly "felt" like a holiday season. The smells, sights and sounds have stirred up something in me that I've not felt in a long time. I plan on taking every emotion and making this a memorable season.

Rave II: The Victoria's Secret fashion show is on tonight. No, I've not forgotten that I'm gay. I just get a tremendous jolt watching all the attitude and energy in a VS show. CBS -10:00 EST if anyone else cares.

Rave III: I am 99% done with my holiday shopping and about 1/2 done wrapping. From here out it's all about me. I found myself an amazing little Hilfiger number off the clearance rack for the casual cocktail parties. Slacks & sweater in matching Burgundy. With a fresh sprayed tan and my best highlights ever (thanks Todd - my new hairdresser) I look pretty damn hot. Heading over to the coast this weekend for a party and for once know what to wear. Hell yes.

Rave IV: Bold & The Beautiful (one of my guilty pleasures) is better than ever. The show has broached the subject of a lesbian couple (even though there is no Lesbian couple) with resident bitch and family matriarch Stephanie Forrester thinking her long, lost daughter is gay. Even better she is totally cool with it. I'm almost thinking that Stephanie will be upset when she finds out Felicia isn't gay. Hats off to a soap for showing a pro-gay parent.

Rave V: Saw the new Harry Potter and loved it. And this week is the release of Brokeback Mountain. KNOW that I will be in the theater as soon as humanly possible. Gay cowboys...gotta love it.

Well, I've bitched a bit, spread some holiday joy and plugged a lingerie show so my work is done for the night. Hopefully, I'll be able to update regularly in the near future. Meanwhile check your stats and you'll see that I've been to your blog. I may not always leave a reply but I'm loving on ya all the same.

Cheers!

Symptoms of Bird Flu

Important, please read all of the following carefully:


Symptoms of Bird Flu

The Center for Disease Control has released a list of symptoms of bird flu. If you experience any of thefollowing, please seek medical treatment immediately:

1. High fever
2. Congestion
3. Nausea
4. Fatigue
5. Aching in the joints
6. An irresistible urge to shit on someone's windshield