Friday, March 28, 2008

Jey-Jey Is Bringing Diva Back

Yes! Yes! Yes!
Yes! Yes! Yes!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

15 Seconds to Save the World

Check out this ultimate hot tranny mess.

Please enjoy:
1. Clapping
2. Knit Props
3. A Last Second Shimmy


Thursday, March 20, 2008

ZOMG You Guys! ZOMG You Guys! You've Been Squirrled

You guys, you absolutely must meet Sugar Bush Squirrel, the world's most photographed squirrel and anchor for SNN, the Squirrel News Network.

Here's Sugar Bush relaxing at home in her favorite cardigan:



And here, for some reason, is Sugar Bush dressed as JonBenet Ramsey:



She even plays the trombone:



Did you just fall in love with Sugar Bush like I did? I've fallen hard. Couldn't you just die?

Sugar Bush puts Mr. Winkle to SHAME.

Check out her web site for so so so much more!

PS: Sugar Bush may be a Republican, but that doesn't mean we can't love and worship her, right?

Sunday, March 9, 2008

March 9, 1999 or We've All Got Our Junk And My Junk Is You

Today is special day for T and me -- it's our NINTH anniversary. It doesn't even seem possible. We started this adventure nine years ago when I fell in love--pretty much instantly--during a college spring break trip. No one had ever understood me or connected with me like T did on that trip, and I had no idea someone could be so kind or accepting or make me feel so happy.

Not much has changed on that level in these last nine years, really. He still makes me smile when he enters a room, he still knows how to make me laugh, he still understands me when I have a bad day, and he still puts up with all my ridiculousness (which is a lot -- ask around). You couldn't ask for anything better, and I'm the luckiest fella in the world.

This post was harder to write than I expected, mainly because when you write feelings down, they start to sound a little saccharine. This is truth, though: I love T for everything he is and will love him forever. Happy anniversary, T.

So, bloggerfriends, you may not know that I dabble a little in poetry. I don't share it often, but I wrote something that I think describes my feelings for T pretty clearly. I hope you enjoy it:

Look at what's happened to me,
I can't believe it myself.
Suddenly I'm up on top of the world,
It should've been somebody else.

Believe it or not,
I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free-.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me.

It's like a light of a new day-,
It came from out of the blue.
Breaking me out of the spell I was in,
Making all of my wishes come true-.

Believe it or not,
I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free-.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me.