tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671180235737978562024-03-13T01:39:08.318-04:00Sooo-this-is-meSooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.comBlogger1086125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-986828805583005572024-02-04T16:16:00.003-05:002024-02-04T16:21:16.235-05:00Covid π<p> At the end of this month, it's hard to believe but it will have been four years since we first started hearing serious rumblings about some virus called Corona. We had been hearing reports but were told not to worry. I'm bringing it up because during all this time, I have avoided getting it.. until now. π€¦</p><p> Fortunately the virus is no longer like the original virus, plus we have ways of fighting back. I didn't get the shot this year and that may be a factor but I think mostly it's because everyone at work either just had it or has it, starting within the last three weeks. For my version, I would describe it as having a mild flu and a bad cold, both at the same time. I felt that I probably had contracted covid because of the rapid way I went from feeling normal at work to being really sick within two hours. Fortunately I'm starting to feel better.</p><p> Looking back, it's such a bizarre moment of our history, not just the virus but all the weird events, political and more that were spin-offs from it. Sometimes it almost feels like a bad dream, like it didn't happen, until we are suddenly reminded that it did. I have made the best efforts to move on from it, most times I don't even think about it anymore. Unfortunately I see people that have been changed by the pandemic, they are still stuck back in 2020 during the peak, paranoid and afraid, I hope they will get past it.</p><p> Unfortunately covid sent me a little reminder this week, at least I have an excuse to stay home and lie around watching tv.</p>Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-44947022143369475482024-01-24T14:59:00.000-05:002024-01-24T14:59:47.293-05:00A day off.<p> I'm a little under the weather today so I stayed home, nothing serious. I thought I should post something so that I don't get a lecture from.. Mr Lurker π€. </p><p> Hmm, what to say. It's hard not to start pouring out my thoughts regarding getting older, I mean that I did have an idea that it wouldn't be fun but I just feel beat down all the time. I have just realized that no matter how much sleep or vacation or eating healthy or exercise I get, I will never again shake the feeling that I was at an all night party, even though I wasn't. It seems that every teen idol I had is celebrating a 75th birthday and I am shocked every time. A friend's daughter said to me the other day that she and her husband can't afford a honeymoon until sometime in 2025, I laughed because in my head I was thinking ten years from now, then I realized that is next year. π³</p><p> We were in Cuba for a week after the New Year. It was great, perfect weather, drinks, food and beach. It's my second time there. The thing about Cuba is that it's very inexpensive to go, however if you have never been there, you have to be warned about what to expect. It is a third world country under a communist government so you really have to lower your expectations. There's not a lot of choices regarding food and it's almost impossible to get anything there, the markets are mostly filled with trinkets for tourists. Unless you want alcohol or cigars, there's plenty of that. As usual I didn't get any colour, thanks to my pasty white Irish background. I will also say that most Cuban men are very handsome. If you decide to go, it's best to go with a group of people, it's more fun that way. </p><p> Thanks for all the comments on my last post, I always read every one, I seem to be having trouble responding to them individually, yay technology π.</p><p><br /></p>Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-28198519806795686412023-12-31T16:07:00.000-05:002023-12-31T16:07:23.154-05:00Wait, the year is over?<p> I will start off by saying, that I hope all of you have a good year in 2024. I can't believe I just typed that, seems unbelievable to me that it's been twenty four years since the Y2K bug was going to erase modern society. </p><p> The truth is that some of us will have a good year and some of us will not, that's just life and there's not much we can do about it. Now that I'm past age 45.. well past 45 (yikes), I think I have learned to just go with the flow, it's the only way to keep my sanity, lol.</p><p>Me and the Mrs (he hates it when I call him "the Mrs") are not going out tonight, we're the boring gays and there will be no dancing, dressing up and having fun. We will probably eat chips and watch a movie. Plus we have to rest up, we are actually going away to a sunny beach location the following day.</p><p> I just wanted to get in one last post for 2023 before time runs out. It was mostly a good year for me with the exception of losing mom, however we had already said goodbye to mom years ago and we actually felt that she was at peace now. I did some traveling this year and met a lot of great people, work was good and my partner and I rescued a dog. These experiences make me wish I had been more adventurous and outgoing when I was younger but I can't change the past, I can only continue on forward.</p><p>Have a Happy New Year everyone. π₯πΎπ</p>Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-56069183416219411832023-09-09T09:33:00.004-04:002023-09-09T09:33:51.925-04:00The Clock Keeps Ticking.<p> I'm just wondering how everyone feels about this, as I get older I have this sense of losing time, I don't mean being distracted, I mean time is running out. I find myself being very envious of my family and friends that were fortunate to land government jobs. Since we are mostly around the same age, they are all either retired or retiring. It's not that I don't think they deserve being retired, I just wish I could be retired as well. I actually like working but I wish it was part time, I feel like I'm missing out on life and I can't get that time back. I've reached that point in life where I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, as a train barreling down on me. </p><p> I'm not trying to sound depressed or anything like that because I'm definitely not, it's just some days I will think to myself, "it's a beautiful day out, I only have a certain number of those left and I'm stuck in here working at a desk". This feeling is getting stronger and stronger, sometimes almost a sense of urgency to it. </p><p> The other thing that gets to me is the way life can throw curve balls. Some of my older cousins and friends have done everything right, they took good care of their health, they had good jobs with benefits and pensions, they retired with no debts, they were about to start enjoying life.. but suddenly have been handed life altering illnesses, they will not be enjoying retirement. That is one thing I learned after how things turned out with my parents, you can never know how life will turn out. </p><p>It's a beautiful cool Saturday morning, I'm here at the farm. I am going out to enjoy my garden. </p>Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-20878912176349162582023-09-01T12:14:00.003-04:002023-09-01T12:14:54.666-04:00September? Say whaaat?<p> Where did the summer go? One minute it was April and the snow was finally melting, now suddenly I had to turn the car's heater on driving home last night. September first, meh actually I'm okay with this, most of the summer here was hot, humid with wild fires everywhere (*cough* *cough*). Then by middle of July we started having weekly tornados, especially where I work (thanks climate change), so I'm okay with some cooler fall weather.</p><p>The fall Fairs have started with their delicious "bad for me food", so I may take one in. I used to hate September for many years because it meant the end of summer but mostly because it was back to school and I hated every second that I was in school. However I'm over that now, September and October can be great months, warm days with cool nights and noooo mosquitoes, (very important in Canada).</p><p>Anyway back to school Tuesday for the kids, then Canadian fake Thanksgiving, Halloween, then Thanksgiving for the crazy people south of Canada, then Christmas, Happy New Year then we start over. I need to sit down. </p>Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-57087849106407386372023-08-07T13:04:00.002-04:002023-08-07T13:04:57.161-04:00Is this mic on?<p> Hello people.. well if anyone is still around? π€· I have not been posting mostly because life moves on. I actually think about the friends I made on here a lot. I think that I started posting around 2006 or 2007, I can't believe in a few more years it will be twenty years since I started. </p><p> On a sad note for me my mom passed in June, I have very mixed emotions about it, on one hand I miss her but on the other hand she is at peace now. Her dimentia can no longer humiliate her. </p><p>My job is going well, I have a great boss and I enjoy working with my coworkers. I'm in a relationship now, it's been a year in April, we have been living together since last October. We are on vacation together at the moment. </p><p>Take care everyone, I just wanted to stop in and say hello. I have come to also realize that the people in this blog world are very special and beautiful people inside. When I see all the other social media sites and the people on there.. I think how lucky I was to find the blogosphere instead. π₯°</p>Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-59988683884497322552022-03-24T22:40:00.001-04:002022-03-24T22:40:15.203-04:00The lazy post.<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I'm going to take the lazy way out and post memes. For this rock star meme,<div> I'm Grey Pasta! Rock on baby!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3_50RqD-2QqpXtAE4e2Vsru3poCsJ_lrb96fxJpgBQnGq6E_y8mJp8Wy43PuS0TIX6nzE79wMoicBzYprfj8-vcfNBV8NFZ9GgbNVTZP6XpnkENwNbIq9pdzKhwQ4JqM3aPcxkZ47h-pu6M45klR9M1UzdHe7kwxfRPZiBMHA9MJQgHENVZQN7_vEg/s1017/IMG_20220383_104158.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1017" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3_50RqD-2QqpXtAE4e2Vsru3poCsJ_lrb96fxJpgBQnGq6E_y8mJp8Wy43PuS0TIX6nzE79wMoicBzYprfj8-vcfNBV8NFZ9GgbNVTZP6XpnkENwNbIq9pdzKhwQ4JqM3aPcxkZ47h-pu6M45klR9M1UzdHe7kwxfRPZiBMHA9MJQgHENVZQN7_vEg/s320/IMG_20220383_104158.png" width="265" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDGVTOCjFdaFvIKYcbntgxHvPGYx8FT7CrFyetxg9AKS18aP2FOumoFmhTr9rl3sIDnNAT-QVJEnFaUPOPvad5hjZeL65rjSTz-lKRiLjULTnoaBw-qn4NeBzDfw8vdWKMGS0jHqpGKD4YCcV0HdG0p4F8mHW821uXvM75nj3P1MjhSTbkmoIhnllWA/s893/IMG_20220381_102611.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="893" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDGVTOCjFdaFvIKYcbntgxHvPGYx8FT7CrFyetxg9AKS18aP2FOumoFmhTr9rl3sIDnNAT-QVJEnFaUPOPvad5hjZeL65rjSTz-lKRiLjULTnoaBw-qn4NeBzDfw8vdWKMGS0jHqpGKD4YCcV0HdG0p4F8mHW821uXvM75nj3P1MjhSTbkmoIhnllWA/s320/IMG_20220381_102611.png" width="302" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_GSgdII7W2CNDERyVu4vXmIa0lzF2tHww1uHxbWJX5sVQ45xZoBZuIPguR8TNuNaLPig6Oj-NxeUslhNXYemHFr8g3GgNvcjx3mr87z6BiO_oTBGzaUXlZYxLKvUB2kdViG_M7lI-dfbBWKyUh_vq1WleYfdmWdMNYgA04DvztWTo8cz-45meRIY-pQ/s843/IMG_20220381_103741.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="843" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_GSgdII7W2CNDERyVu4vXmIa0lzF2tHww1uHxbWJX5sVQ45xZoBZuIPguR8TNuNaLPig6Oj-NxeUslhNXYemHFr8g3GgNvcjx3mr87z6BiO_oTBGzaUXlZYxLKvUB2kdViG_M7lI-dfbBWKyUh_vq1WleYfdmWdMNYgA04DvztWTo8cz-45meRIY-pQ/w320-h302/IMG_20220381_103741.png" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This is a very handy chart to have. No spiders were harmed in the making of this meme.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p><br /></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGetJN-wSuEebCwhhSUmMkJJBHBSRvP86jjJ0RWiQJme67GV2kdHuIZFojhr3aE4zsZWbNnKq1007EnsfGz1W8VM4QUy6dZ_GMFy2Su_IyBlmvXdpcb3kM2EAh4PWtqyDXE4jVsXuczDyNme8IlMHKU9Gr4-gTv8EIciMJ1Lz7AHotIA7JNxxUb0yAA/s841/IMG_20220381_102516.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="841" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGetJN-wSuEebCwhhSUmMkJJBHBSRvP86jjJ0RWiQJme67GV2kdHuIZFojhr3aE4zsZWbNnKq1007EnsfGz1W8VM4QUy6dZ_GMFy2Su_IyBlmvXdpcb3kM2EAh4PWtqyDXE4jVsXuczDyNme8IlMHKU9Gr4-gTv8EIciMJ1Lz7AHotIA7JNxxUb0yAA/s320/IMG_20220381_102516.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuSBhaD3779Tx-Uo6VmLQnO2CqvG702Y3IJhZYq3VlYvlBNIoJP0fN4GaepN6xC_gJEraGQu90UOR740TNwTWF2IwOLmG1aNoFK1nD0OkakwzAp11mtn5JdnORI68gXY1ZDrCS5edZKsvdLayljWzKrkGG_dUlLXcApFLA8uXiTgC2j-dEqrwJPDzAfQ/s1128/IMG_20220381_101949.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuSBhaD3779Tx-Uo6VmLQnO2CqvG702Y3IJhZYq3VlYvlBNIoJP0fN4GaepN6xC_gJEraGQu90UOR740TNwTWF2IwOLmG1aNoFK1nD0OkakwzAp11mtn5JdnORI68gXY1ZDrCS5edZKsvdLayljWzKrkGG_dUlLXcApFLA8uXiTgC2j-dEqrwJPDzAfQ/s320/IMG_20220381_101949.png" width="239" /></a></div>We are actually having a week like this now. Lol<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-46175956866386503682022-03-21T23:10:00.000-04:002022-03-21T23:10:04.852-04:00Non comedian.The roommate and I had our first argument three weeks ago. Apparently I'm not as funny as I think I am. Also I believe it to be a cultural difference, he is Mexican and I'm Smarty Pantsican. My humour can be a bit sarcastic and I like picking at people, one day I crossed the line and "POOF" hurt feelings. It was also revealed to me that it had been building for a long time.
Well anyway it's been smoothed over and I will be a little more cautious with what I say regarding how he may interpret things. He can be a jerk at times but he also does a lot of nice things for me. I on the other hand am a perfect roommate and he needs to realize that.
Just to be clear, we are just friends. We did get together a year ago but he didn't want anything serious so we became friends. I was worried about living together as he has an online temper, so as a test-run we went away for a few days together to Montreal.I had a great time with him, I decided to take him up on his offer and rent a bedroom. It turn out to be exactly what I needed, winter seemed to fly by and it's spring already. We made it!
Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-48000142049142616642022-03-12T22:23:00.000-05:002022-03-12T22:23:15.658-05:00Hello? Wow, it's been over a year since my last post. I guess I was hoping for things to be better in the world but unfortunately not. There have been a lot of changes and also no changes at all if that makes sense.
One thing different is that I am living in the city, I left the farm for the winter, I found it too isolated and lonely there. I'm renting a bedroom from a friend, he has to travel a lot so I'm often alone for weeks on end. I get a beautiful three bedroom condo to myself for the price of a bedroom. I'm not dating anyone and to be honest I'm fine with that. I have made a few gay friends and whenever we are not in a covid lockdown we get together as much as we
can.
I know there has been a lot of sadness in the blog world over the last year. I would like to say things will get better but I don't really know what to say. Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-65595327550884049052021-02-25T05:07:00.000-05:002021-02-25T05:07:45.405-05:00The Day I met the devil.<p> Yesterday was an anniversary date but not a good one. It's hard to believe that time has moved on but here we are. It's been one year since I met "Mr X". I remember that day so clearly and how I thought I had started a new chapter in my life.</p><p> Sorry I'm not blogging much, one of the main reasons is the new blogger format. I no longer have the option to revert back to the old format. Not only is the new format "user hostile" but it seems to be incompatible with my phone, there is a constant saving cycle that saves the page every three letters that I type and it freezes the page for three seconds, so it literally takes about a minute to type one sentence. By the end of one paragraph, my patience is finished. </p><p> The other reason I stopped writing was because of Mr X and the crazy Pandora's box that I opened. I will get into that another day but he really shattered my belief in the good of people. </p><p> Still, maybe everything happens for a reason and because of meeting Mr X I have made some gay friends in this city. Also because of meeting him I have met two great guys. One of those guys I'm going on a second date with tonight. Who knows where this will or will not lead but at least I'm back in the saddle again. This guy was really pursuing me and I finally said yes, I really like him, he's really nice. Oh, did mention that he's a cute Latino man, ten years younger than me? Yaa Steve is back bitches! Hahaha, me funny. ;)</p>Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-69850033932640855212020-12-19T12:57:00.001-05:002020-12-19T12:57:35.763-05:00Catch up.<p> Hello my peeps, miss me? I want to get some posts in before the year end. There will be some hardships coming but I feel 2021 will be a better year for humanity. We finally have a weapon to beat back covid and... that pile of garbage that someone left at the Whitehouse four years ago, will finally be removed. </p><p>Today is silly post day. First some good advice from an older person.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70eDn-TiJvn_jxkpvYnZH2Q7LHJ8hzhzFE9ri_zQmxDaFIA6VctKKm46ojQaZ063axjH3M15biaEfP_VoSiXsbd1Vz3d5MMzT6tqtKHHRhcXAX3abDEd_a5aOmUm8EvXOxj5zSG9lOs3E/s840/IMG_202012352_091412.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="840" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70eDn-TiJvn_jxkpvYnZH2Q7LHJ8hzhzFE9ri_zQmxDaFIA6VctKKm46ojQaZ063axjH3M15biaEfP_VoSiXsbd1Vz3d5MMzT6tqtKHHRhcXAX3abDEd_a5aOmUm8EvXOxj5zSG9lOs3E/s320/IMG_202012352_091412.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>I guess I should go with a "Holiday" theme. Unfortunately even though I had plenty of help decorating my tree, it took me five days to put it up. I just couldn't get it exactly the way I wanted it. Eventually I had to send my help back.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_YMtvrEW03Z0L3vznHHEBv317QIj-ekP-LondeSkoLuMLzXeMerY62KkFXOfMaLAuFKQdtIfXXGZZ1ZmU_srbZp08ibuJrN2Cw-wKgkSM0PWfydfudwMQVa3dbdSVRp5yMmHdvftPZ0F/s1113/IMG_202012347_065817.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1113" data-original-width="833" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_YMtvrEW03Z0L3vznHHEBv317QIj-ekP-LondeSkoLuMLzXeMerY62KkFXOfMaLAuFKQdtIfXXGZZ1ZmU_srbZp08ibuJrN2Cw-wKgkSM0PWfydfudwMQVa3dbdSVRp5yMmHdvftPZ0F/s320/IMG_202012347_065817.png" /></a></div><p>Have you made your list for Santa? 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However... oh boy do I ever hope upon hope that dumpy gets his big fat, lying, racist ass handed to him on a humiliating platter today. Make America great again, get rid of the problem and hopefully everything remains peaceful afterwards. Good luck.</p>Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-83517305336892272992020-10-30T06:49:00.001-04:002020-10-30T06:49:13.529-04:00Friday.. Yeah.<p> It's Friday, tomorrow is Halloween.. or it isn't, depends on where you live. No fun allowed because we're too stupid apparently.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCcouNexB7oYzR1-rHqP95iQe1mLH4cghy-WhRelMZj4-F9lWHHiy5LRA1uONMgx5L0DUrwwO1dDJeiIw4vq9tFBsPeuV-C4Eedrpw7AAZspI7Ma5v0ROWL7i9eS2_m97aCofMjYLb9S2q/s842/IMG_202010304_062010.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="842" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCcouNexB7oYzR1-rHqP95iQe1mLH4cghy-WhRelMZj4-F9lWHHiy5LRA1uONMgx5L0DUrwwO1dDJeiIw4vq9tFBsPeuV-C4Eedrpw7AAZspI7Ma5v0ROWL7i9eS2_m97aCofMjYLb9S2q/s320/IMG_202010304_062010.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Yes and don't forget about the earth being flat and having four corners.</p><p><br /></p><p>And now for my next trick... this one makes me laugh every time.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg827Pf42s6vZUCbTB8E6mw1pxh-V5KfsMXOLR_UwyAGin7I9m_2PByajCb7jyKWsVVC25-HrHG64xMrNNJE9kPzQ6bZAbtyXk8torKyeyJnQ2otfUp4BYUkWZUFOXAXpdaT-YvSWtuTjx9/s1103/IMG_202010300_054529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1103" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg827Pf42s6vZUCbTB8E6mw1pxh-V5KfsMXOLR_UwyAGin7I9m_2PByajCb7jyKWsVVC25-HrHG64xMrNNJE9kPzQ6bZAbtyXk8torKyeyJnQ2otfUp4BYUkWZUFOXAXpdaT-YvSWtuTjx9/s320/IMG_202010300_054529.png" /></a></div><br /><div>Speaking of trick, I wished Maddie a happy birthday, I know the old'gal turns sixty or something like that this week. Same here, my b'day is coming. I found a picture of me during my younger days while still trying to date women.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4B36EpYbUefKOZLtocGmAAH3jNtDQvnONKrAcQzzp1Zx5IUXEdrDhld79rijJPAWBUoRfMeg42K29UFDRDdxhSzN-OgSmZhLyj5dlFPfJ2QY-pX5alpnuj-3R_hMZU7CNREl7_oPs9SuO/s774/IMG_202010304_061849.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="434" data-original-width="774" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4B36EpYbUefKOZLtocGmAAH3jNtDQvnONKrAcQzzp1Zx5IUXEdrDhld79rijJPAWBUoRfMeg42K29UFDRDdxhSzN-OgSmZhLyj5dlFPfJ2QY-pX5alpnuj-3R_hMZU7CNREl7_oPs9SuO/s320/IMG_202010304_061849.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>Yes.. unfortunately I was in denial, I knew I was gay but just couldn't accept it.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6GE1AolkyoIaE1KD5ip0eqO1TbZXyTFosqQWPTBdOSH9qG0fsL8-IXTASQn-bJW5Q1PGkUWJGWHQUOOMjTl_MQBVrlfz_pzpHGjW0Y3xN_a6_K3mYlp45XwJhik3mwE0g0Tsa_7qfpdMe/s934/IMG_202010304_061929.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="842" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6GE1AolkyoIaE1KD5ip0eqO1TbZXyTFosqQWPTBdOSH9qG0fsL8-IXTASQn-bJW5Q1PGkUWJGWHQUOOMjTl_MQBVrlfz_pzpHGjW0Y3xN_a6_K3mYlp45XwJhik3mwE0g0Tsa_7qfpdMe/s320/IMG_202010304_061929.png" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div> Ummhmm!</div><div><br /></div><div> Have a good day peeps!!!</div>Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-84906503955531177982020-09-29T21:57:00.000-04:002020-09-29T21:57:20.242-04:00The last obstacle.<p> Today for the first time ever in my life, I came out to someone at work. I wanted to tell the people I'm close to. A perfect opportunity came up and I did it. I was reading an email to a coworker and there happened to be a picture of someone I dated. I said to him, "this is my friend, he is also my ex... do you understand what I'm telling you"?</p><p> The guy was dumbfounded, he kept looking at the picture, I guess wondering why his brain wasn't seeing a woman. He turned red and was speechless, something not common for him lol. It was cute because I could tell he was struggling to be supportive and find the right words. Then he started talking rapidly from being nervous.</p><p> After the initial shock wore off, then we had a good conversation. He asked a lot of thoughtful questions which tell me instantly he understands. He told me not to be nervous about telling another of our co-workers, because that guy's brother who he is close to is gay, I didn't know that. It was the end of the day and before he left, he thanked me for placing my trust in him. That's something I love about telling people, they feel honoured that I place my trust in them and it brings us a little closer.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-49601644803827143632020-09-12T07:29:00.000-04:002020-09-12T07:29:05.030-04:00Change is stupid!<br />
I hate the new blogger format, less user friendly. I just lost a post I was writing, that didn't happen with the old format. Makes me want to quit permanently.<br />
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September already, ugh! With covid and my personal drama, I missed my summer, I feel like I just woke up from an April dream and it's September already.<br />
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I'm taking the lazy way. Memes!!!<br />
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Because I'm gay, you're welcome! ;)<br />
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The only good Karen... hahaha! I love her!<br />
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Seems to be the way for some people. I was reading a discussion about having an open relationship, I said I'm working on finding one guy, I can't even think about finding a second, third or forth!<br />
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See... still gay, you're welcome part two!<br />
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This is a big hit with some of the guys, I tell they have the sense of humour of a twelve year old! Hahaha!<br />
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This one is for Debra, topless chicks! ;)<br />
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How I apologize to certain idiots lately.</div>
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That pesky gay thing again, the guy with the hat is mine... hands off! </div>
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We had our first frost last night, it's 0 Celsius or 32 Fahrenheit, cold! Enjoy your weekend!</div>
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Lately I haven't felt like writing, I have been online a lot in other areas, on other sites. I actually hate "online" anything to be honest, everyone wants to be online regarding everything, especially lately with covid around. I can't believe all the people who contact me to be friends or to date me, I'm not interested in any type of online relationship, I want a real person with me, to hug, to cuddle, to kiss.<br />
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One thing that has become extremely clear to me over the last few weeks... is how much I admire and appreciate you guys. I'm so lucky to have gathered together such an authentic group of people. Very unlike most of the shallow people I usually come across every day stuck behind their computers. You may be my online friends... but in your cases, you are very real to me.<br />
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Thursday was a very emotional day for me, I was In tears all the way home. Not emotional from being upset, emotional in a good way. My faith in a lot of things were restored that day, I had given up hope on life, on people, on anything positive in general. However on that day truth won, caring won, doing the right thing won, saying the right thing won, decency won. I needed that victory.Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-19118426456074524622020-08-18T23:26:00.000-04:002020-08-18T23:26:04.661-04:00Time to do my duty.. and post something.<br />
I'm going to do the lazy thing and post memes! Too late to think anyway.<br />
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I'm not sure, people keep telling me to post the above meme but I don't see anything other than a black square, so I don't get the joke.<br />
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Now for my next trick, anyone under 18 better leave the room, the following joke is a little adult content infused.<br />
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Some people say men shouldn't wear pink, I think a lot of men look good in pink. There is the complaint that it takes away our masculinity. I'm not so sure about that, he looks pretty masculine to me.<br />
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About that adults only joke content, I think anyone who is easily grossed out or offended... should probably run before my next tasteless joke about donuts, (tasteless & donuts, see what I did there)!<br />
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Well I did warn you... but I just knew you would look anyway! ; )Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-85096717499318265342020-08-15T23:12:00.000-04:002020-08-15T23:12:15.431-04:00My Rockin Ass!<br />
I used to have a rockin ass, it was one of my best features. Boyfriends use to love giving it a slap. Then I turned 50 and it was all down hill from there. It's still not bad but (butt) it's nothing like before. I inherited it from my dad, many times I caught a glimpse of dad butt and he had major hot butt! My dad was a very handsome man, I'm not sure what happened to me... lol.<br />
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I wanted to try and get back a little booty, so I bought a bike Wednesday.<br />
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Also I'm embarrassingly out of shape. I rode it around for about twenty minutes and nearly had to lie down after. Okay not that bad but still I was breathing heavy and not in an erotic way. I used to bike all the time. Then once I got into my thirties that went away. I haven't been on a bike in at least ten years.. but probably more. I was quite wobbly the first night but it's getting better.<br />
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It took me a few days to get one actually. Due to covid, everyone is bored and went out and bought a bike. Most places only had women's bikes. I went to a bike shop but the bikes ranged in price from $1100 to $2100. I was thinking about what if I don't want to use it after a few rides. I tried a few stores but all were sold out. Finally one store received a shipment of these mountain bikes in. On sale only $120, that's a good deal. It's not fancy but it will do the job. If I start riding again, I can always get a better made bike, this way if I get lazy, I'm not out by much.<br />
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The only negative thing, is now that I'm older, I feel the seat should at least buy me dinner some days with the way it invades me!<br />
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August 15, how is this possible??? Summer is almost over for us and that's depressing. September is on the way and they are predicting covid will surge back because of the kids going back to school. I can't take another lockdown, I'm going to snap. I'm not sure what to do. I'm safe here on the farm but it's lonely. If I'm in an apartment and can't leave the building, that's like being locked up and it becomes a different lonely. Crazy days ahead. There... I did it, I wrote something, I will leave the heavier stuff for later.Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-89840923864444158382020-08-02T17:18:00.000-04:002020-08-02T17:18:55.186-04:00Girl on the corner.<br />
One day when I was driving in to work this week, a young girl was asking for change at the lights. She was young, probably not much older than 18, 19, maybe younger. She was a cute looking girl, possibly Indigenous and European ancestry mixed, I could tell she definitely was a homeless person. Everyone was ignoring her, to be fair probably not from being uncaring, unfortunately this happens at almost every light downtown. She nervously looked towards me, I looked down at my change cup.. empty. I smiled, shrugged my shoulders and put my hands out as a sign that I had nothing, while mouthing the word "sorry". Instead of being annoyed, her face lite up and she gave me this sweet little wave and a big smile.<br />
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I thought about that as the light turned green and I drove away. She probably gets ignored and treated rudely all day, maybe because I took the time to communicate with her in a small way, it allowed her to feel human again, to not feel judged.<br />
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I couldn't help think, where is your dad, where is your mom, why aren't they looking out for you, such a sweet kid, if she was my daughter I would be trying to help her. She is a broken person.. but I can't judge her because I'm broken too.<br />
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It's been hard to write again, some of you know why. Writer's block? It's more like a mountain I have to get over. I have worked through something and it's pretty much over now but I'm going to start talking about it because this is my blog... these are my feelings, I want to look back one day and remember. Unfortunately I have to go back, I will be moving backwards, it's up to each person to come with me or skip over it.Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-19600929441950864412020-07-21T17:42:00.000-04:002020-07-21T17:42:44.745-04:00A day's work.<br />
I just finished my first day back at work, it started off slow, no one was ready for me. That's very usual for this company unfortunately and I was frustrated within the first hour.<br />
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However things started to fall in place and I'm off to the races. It will do me a world of good to get back into some type of routine. It also helps change a person's thoughts. There is only a skeleton crew right now, anyone who can work from home is working from home. I'm heading home, I'm starving.Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-11514691374622059242020-07-20T14:57:00.000-04:002020-07-20T14:57:20.647-04:00Unethically Unethical.<br />
I was listening to a program on the radio and the host was talking about ethics. He was saying how for certain job positions, companies or governments have to do an ethics test. The host was speaking about the first time he heard of such a test.<br />
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Years ago as a university student, he asked his professor what would be the point of an ethics test because an unethical person would only give the answers that he felt his potential employers wanted to hear. The professor said that actually no, it doesn't work that way, the tests are actually good at weeding people out. He said that " unethical people, don't realize that they are unethical" and this causes them to trip up every time.<br />
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That really helped me understand something about someone lately, unethical people don't realize that they are unethical. It explains why someone could do such awful things to people they are supposed to care about and be looking out for. I don't mean it gives someone an excuse or that they deserve forgiveness for something they don't see as wrong. I mean it gives me understanding enough to say to myself, "that person is damaged, there is no point in waiting for them to do the right thing"... because unless they are forced to, they never will and even then, the gesture is hollow.Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-66093746556771347542020-07-18T15:07:00.000-04:002020-07-18T15:18:10.369-04:00Happy Dance.<br />
Some days I just want some "happy". Well I found this video and I just freaking love it. This guy's free spirit is so infectious that it makes me smile ear to ear!<br />
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I hope it works, YouTube has issues with it so it's through instagram. Now everyone get ready to happy dance.<br />
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I find it works best in chrome, if I open it in instagram, the sound is always off so turn it on immediately to get the full happy effect! Lol.Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-5018390737163716132020-07-15T16:15:00.000-04:002020-07-15T16:15:18.825-04:00The Mysterious Case of Missing Crocs.<br />
I confess that I love my crocs, I have worn the same pair for years (I think Maddie fainted) and I never want to part with them. They're soft and comfy and it's like walking on pillows. Plus they don't get dirty or stinky. Unfortunately this week my crocs have completely disappeared, I have no clue where they went. I have looked under all the furniture, in every room, on every shelf. I looked around the garden in case I had decided to go barefoot and forgot them there. Still nothing, I even call border security to make sure Mistress Maddie didn't tiptoe across and take them on me.<br />
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I do remember hanging them to dry once but I don't remember where. They have either fallen for my forgetfulness and eventually will turn up in a spot not meant for crocs or there is another explanation. Sometimes I leave them out on the deck, it's very possible at this time of year that baby raccoons came during the night and the crocs being spongy, would be fun to chew and play with, it's very possible that they stole them. Raccoons have stolen cat dishes and other items before, I'm not surprised, never trust an animal that wears a mask!Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-29278606854267951092020-07-14T13:48:00.000-04:002020-07-14T13:48:23.671-04:00Normal, where are you???<br />
Yesterday I had a small injection of normal in my life. I received an email that work could be starting up again. I'm trying to find a new job but I would certainly take on a contract if one came my way. I was so excited to receive the email, at least some small thing back to normal. I think getting out and being around people again would really help me (just not too close). Also I find it easier to find a new job when I am already working. It shows ambition to be trying for better. I never thought I would be so happy to see work!<br />
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My American friends, please stay safe, I know it's getting bad there. November is coming soon and you will finally have a leader.Sooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.com11