Things I haven't done. . .

. . since moving to the southeast.
Worn long pants more than the one time I wore jeans to the movies.
Wear anything but sleevless t-shirts and shorts to work.
Wear socks, except for those little white anklets you wear with golf shoes.
Bitch about traffic.
Sleep with a blanket.
Not go a day without thinking about my friends in SF.
This was taken in our back yard.

He throws like a girl!

Since the suggestion came from the mouth of Rush "the Oxy Ass' Limbaugh, I don't think it was a compliment. It seems like all the sports sites on the web have used the same line.
I doubt if many men of Obama's age, could throw any better than he did but that's not why I felt a need to comment.
My issue is why is it a weakness thing and why does weak = girlie, girl? And unless you're into beating the crap out of someone, or need to kill a large animal with your bare hands to bring back to your breeder in the cave, tools and weapons have somewhat leveled the physical strength playing field. Sarah Palin can drop a moose with one shot.
Actually any man would be damn lucky to be able throw like a girl..say like Cat Osterman, Jennie Finch or the 3 time Olympic gold metal winner, Lisa Fernandez. My favorite all time softball star, Spouse A, never allowed a stolen base from her position as catcher.
Girls can throw.

Straight old men are asses

Find me a Republican man over, say 60, that isn't a misogynist ass hole and I'll give you a hundred bucks. You say this makes me a bigot? I'm just point out an honest observation.
I sense that these Neanderthals, though most seem to have some grey matter in their head, don't realize that they are a dying breed. They are foul, sexist, and bigoted and are keeping up the front even though they lost the war.
Anne Landers said years ago, that men (or women for that matter) are not to be forgiven for their social or professional indiscrections related to contempory social standards. An old man should not get away with a tasteless sexist or racist joke any more than anyone else.
'Forgive the old guy, he doesn't know life has moved on. . " Bullshit.
What? He didn't get the freakin' memo that the 50's are over? Hell, the 60's which were not the most progressive times for women or people of color, are also a fading memory.
I'm going to start taking pictures and posting them under 'jack asses'.

What's with the freakin Stock Market?

We finally got to the point were we could gamble a bit on the Stock Market...and this was 2 years ago, and it wasn't a big gamble. It's falling faster than my sense of job security.
When and were will this end?

Happy Gay Day!!!

Before I forget and before I have to get back to my D.D. tasks, Happy Gay Day to my SF friends. Have a wonderful Dyke March, Pink Saturday and Parade Day.
Party like its 1985! (No, not a song reference. It was when we knew how to party and had the energy to do so!)
Peace.

Who are you?

I'm mean you.
I know a couple of folks that look at this blog now and then. Probably more back when I wrote stuff. I haven't written much lately because I don't have anything much to write.
I continue to relocate bugs and reptiles.
I tend to my garden like Ms Green Jeans. (If I married a boy I dated in high school, gross, my name would be ______ Green).
I digress.
I have that Visitor locations Cluster Map on my home page. I figure the big dot in SF is due to my prior visits to my own site and the forever faithful 'M'. The New England dot is reserved for family, willing to check the blog if not to make sure I'm not talking about them or if I am it is in a good light. And now me, south of the Mason Dixon Line.
Do you know where the Mason Dixon Line is and why it is? I had to look it up.
And then you have those that land on it because they hit 'Next Blog' in the google blog area. They show up like I do, in sites by gay boys in South America (I don't know Spanish), Ladies that Sew, or Dog Diaries.
But, who are you in the Detroit area that make the dot so big and many?
Where are you and how did you get here?

The Exterminator . . .
I have sprayed the exterior perimeter of the house for bugs, twice. The interior 1.5 times. I have been pulled out of bed because two bugs have fallen 'out nowhere', landing on their helpless little backs, in the bathroom. I had to relocate them. With all due respect to animal lovers, they were relocated down the plumbing fixture.
I have removed 3 dead spiders from our screened in porch. I think one might have been a dead Fuchsia petal.
And I have caught, gently, 3 Geckos within the house. One lost 1/2 its tail do to an encounter with Uma Thurman. No, not the actress. Gekos are adorable. They really do change color to match their surroundings.