Lovers, Boyfriends and Crushes

"What in the world?"  Is that what you're thinking when you see the image I have posted on THIS blog? I'll give you a minute to figure it out.

TIME'S UP!

This is a word jumble of the guys of my love life (most consummated, some not) during my three score and ten years of my existence on this earthly plane.  Yes, I'm naming names.  It's up to the reader to link the first names with the last names.  And NO, I did not have GEORGE LOPEZ ( PUH - LEEZE - I do have taste - no pun intended).

Yep, I'm naming names.  I may even go into SOME detail in future blog postings.  But all I can say now is that each one of these guys provided me with much happiness in my very fortunate life.  Of course I've "known" many other men but these are the ones who stand out.  These are the ones who literally swept me off of my feet and into their (or my) beds.  A few I never got to home base with but they provided more than enough fantasy for me to take matters into my own hands so to speak.

Lately I've been reading from some fellow bloggers that we should forget about the past.  Are you kidding?  Man oh man, I've had some past.  There is no way I'm forgetting about it.  I relive the good times over and over again in my mind.  Interestingly enough most times those experiences get even better.

I'm not one of those people who regrets the mistakes I've made and I've made many of them believe you me.  Any mistake I make is a learning experience for me.  If I was to wipe out all my bad memories of the past, then I might as well have dementia.  Of course I realize that some of us can't deal with our mistakes or unable to even recognize that we have made mistakes so the best way to deal with it is to ignore those mistakes, that's not me folks. I'm not one of those people who, when asked what is the biggest regret I have will give such a self-serving answer as "I wish I had more time to volunteer my time to feeding the poor."  Oh give me a break.  Get a hold of yourself and look in the mirror and admit the biggest mistake you made was being a jerk and taking friends and or lovers for granted.

So here I am this morning wallowing in memories of my top list of former boyfriends, lovers and crushes.  Oh yes, I'm still with one of the guys.  The only guy who could put up with me.  The rest of them are history but they will remain in my memory and continue to bring me much happiness.

Paul

New Favorite Commercial

Hey folks, I hate commercials just as much as many of you do.  But there are exceptions.  Once in a great while there is a commercial that makes me laugh out loud (LOL).  Here it is, the latest GEICO commercial.  Who knew a GEICO commercial without Flo could be funny?

Jesus Loves You

You know folks, if anyone had told me that I would enjoy seeing a Christian Comedian I would say "Are you kidding? Isn't that an oxymoron?" Well, I would be wrong.

Check out this video from Mark Lowry, who I never heard of before today.  Bill showed me this video which was sent to him by my other "Bill" friend.  Well folks, I have to say this guy is funny.  And take notice that he doesn't use a curse word once during his monologue.  Just goes to show you that you can be a Christian and be funny.  Hey, maybe Christians aren't so bad after all.

Israeli Army Celebrates Gay Pride Month

This is how the Israeli Army celebrates Gay Pride Month.  They posted this picture of two gay Israeli Army soldiers holding hands (in public yet!) on their Facebook page.  I say "Bravo!"

Of course even in Israel this posting triggered (no pun intended) some negative feedback from some of the more conservative Israeli's.  You know, some of the old folks will never change.  I can imagine what John McCain will have to say when he sees this picture.

"EEWWWW!"

For myself, I think this is a wonderful picture and shows the world how far we have come as a human race that we, or at least some of us, can recognize that love between two people whether they be of opposite sex or same sex is still love.

Of course you know who this picture really pisses off don't you?  The Iranians and the rest of the Muslim world.  Mock Mood Dinner Jacket must be having a bird now.

WTF?

Summer Days in Slower Lower

Left - cold  Right - nursed

Summer is upon us folks.  The last week we've been steaming down here in Slower Lower, aka southern Delaware.

I love this time of year!  I love the long days where darkness doesn't descend until 9 o'clock at night.  I love it!

Every evening I take my walk back in Oyster Rocks, the housing development behind where I live.  Just me and the early evening summer breeze.  I don't have to drive ten miles down the four lane Route 1 highway to Rehoboth Beach to mingle with the posers and walk the boardwalk.  I love walking on the boardwalk but I hate the drive and contending with the crazies on Route 1.

I don't remember if I wrote about running into an old high school friend who was dog sitting for one of my neighbors (and former friend) here in my neighborhood.  I hadn't been out to dinner for several months so I asked him if he wanted to go out.  We did.  To a local Italian restaurant which has an excellent reputation.  The only thing I don't like about this restaurant is that the owner occasionally breaks out in operatic arias.

So we enter the restaurant and sure enough the owner is in the midst of one of her arias!  OMG!  What is it with these restaurants that think they HAVE TO ENTERTAIN their patrons?  How about just serving up the food in a quiet atmosphere?  Is that too much to ask?

My friend loves this kind of crap.  But then he's one of these gay guys who likes Broadway show tunes too.  I missed that Gay Card.  I would rather pull weeds than listen to some ham actor belting out Broadway show tunes.  OMG!

We had our meal, Spinach Lasagna.  My friend raved about it, he said that's what he always gets.  So I got it.  It was nothing.  A cheesy mess.  All that Mozzarella cheese is like to much chewing gum to me plus it ties up my innards and constipates me.  I got a glass of Pinot Grigio wine (at $6.50) a glass.  That was good and I got a mild buzz, which was also good.  I also got an iced tea which was the usual tasteless colored water for $2.25 a glass that most of the restaurants down here in Slower Lower pass off as Iced Tea.  Must be a profit maker for them because they all serve the same "tea."

I think I'm about done with local restaurants.  Maybe it's me.  I would rather have some of my homemade potato salad on these hot summer days.  I don't need some big cheesy concoction with overprice colored water.

Guess what?  When I begin a blog post I don't know where I'm going.  I think this one went down the Complaining Road again.  Oh well.

Bill's waiting for me to take him to Lawson's Produce.  He's hot on getting some more flagstone to finish the "London Bridges" entrance way to our driveway.  Don't ask, I'll post a picture when it's finished.

Enjoy this day!

Father Beats Stepson For Not Catching Ball

Okay my "Anonymous" followers, this is "cringe worthy."  This is a father beating his step-son with a belt for not catching a baseball.  Yep, HE BEATS HIS STEPSON WITH A BELT FOR NOT CATCHING A BALL!

Unbelievable right?  We should all be so thankful for easy to record videos and websites like You Tube and Facebook to publicize what heretofore was hidden from public view, an adult beating a child.  There is no reason in the world for an adult to beat a child.  Here, I'll say it again:

THERE IS NO REASON IN THE WORLD FOR AN ADULT TO BEAT A CHILD!

Especially over something as silly as catching a ball.  Hey, I can't catch a ball either.  That's probably because I'm a big sissy and have no athletic ability at all.  I was lucky though because my father never played ball or did anything else with me.  But he did beat me with a belt.  Oh yes, that did happen. That was the way discipline was handled back in the Forties and Fifties.  When I would say something to my Mother about him beating me (and my brothers) with a belt, her answer always was "Your father has scars on his back from where his father beat him."  Somehow that didn't make me feel better.

This is a new day and age.  I hear this father was arrested and put on $100,000 bail.  Good for his  neighbor for reporting this child abuse.  Progress, one step at a time.

The Dream

The Tipton Women (my paternal aunts)

This morning, just before I awoke I had a very clear dream. Usually, when I have dreams I can't remember the details of the dream.  I only remember whether the dream was good or bad.  This morning's dream left me with a very peaceful feeling.

I dreamed that my Mother visited me.  I wasn't at home when she visited me.  I was in a black marble palace.  I felt at home at that palace.  I remember the echoing click clack sounds of high heel shoes walking on the polished black marble floors.

My Mother came through one of the ornate palace doors.  She was dressed in a cream colored, silk suit.  I told her how well she looked in that suit.  I asked her why she was visiting me.  When I asked her this I had no awareness that she was visiting me from the afterlife.  My Mother died September 10, 2010.  she told me that we were "going somewhere" and my aunts would be arriving shortly and we would all go together.  Just then some of my aunts also came through the door, also dressed in cream colored, embossed patterned suits.  I was so impressed with their suits I told them that I had to take their picture since this was one of the rare times we were all together.  I then bounded up the spiral, marble staircase to second floor and my room to get my camera.

When I came back downstairs my aunts and their cream colored suits were gone.  They left without me!

However, to the side I heard the rustle of clothes women's clothes.  What I saw was a group of women, who I didn't recognize, leaving another ground floor room.  They were all dressed in black, silk, embossed suits.  They obviously were leaving a service that was just completed.  I was disappointed first because I didn't know any of these women and I didn't like their black suits even though they were of that soft silk and had the classy embossed pattern on them.  However, their suits were not identical, only the color.  The same with my Mother and my aunt's suits, no duplicates.

So what does this dream mean?  I have my theory which I won't discuss here.  I'm curious what you, the reader think.

Here is a little background.  My father had ten brothers, no sisters.  That mean I had ten paternal aunts.  The picture above is of nine of my ten aunts at one of our Tipton family reunions which was taken in 1960.  At the time the picture was taken only one of my uncles wasn't married.

The Meehan Sisters with their mother (center) 

Only one aunt survives since that photo.  She is the lady with the dark hair standing directly in the middle of the photo.  That is my Aunt Peggy.  The photo below is of my Aunt Peggy with her nine sisters and mother.  My Aunt Peggy is the lady sitting on the left.

My father had ten brothers and no sisters.  My Aunt Peggy had nine sisters and no brothers.  She married my Uncle John.  They had an interesting history.  My Uncle John was a paratrooper during World War II.  He was captured by the Germans and was a prisoner of war.  He escaped twice and was recaptured twice.  Our family assumed he died during the war.  His mother died one month before he was released from the German prisoner or war camp.

Ironically, my Uncle John after having survived World War II died during an accident when his turpentine stained overhauls caught on fire from a carelessly discarded cigarette where he worked as a sign painter at Gindy Trailers.  He died in 1962 when he was only 39 years old.

My Uncle John Tipton (on the right) with friend

So what did this dream mean?