The Sun Still Shines

Well, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that something's been "up" with me for a while now.

And rather than my former approach of full-disclosure, I'm just going to assure everyone that I'm ok. Ted's ok. And the babies are ok.

Ted and I have been going through some struggles and changes and sometimes that kind of heavy stuff doesn't come easy. But luckily "love" does. I don't know what the future holds, but for now, we're workin' on it. Big changes are in store for my dear sweet man, and I'll hold-off talking about it until everything's in the clear and everybody's got a little perspective.

Other than that... wow... I checked-out for a month, and it's not like that month was spent doing nothing. As mentioned, we had family staying with us. We've been up to French River (close to Sudbury) to a friend's cottage for a weekend, and just this weekend we finally saw the latest Harry Potter movie (in IMAX and 3D no less) (2 thumbs up from me) and took another one of those infamous day-trips to the US just for Olive Garden, with a stop in London for some Marble Slab Ice Cream. So all is not gloom and uncertainty in my life; rest-assured.

Hopefully I can blog a little more faithfully now that our busiest season is behind us at work as well. And it has been a very busy summer. Phew! Wow... can it really be September 4th today??? Happy Birthday's must be wished to my wonderful friends Jerome and Keltie. (Bo you just left and I miss you.) I hope the both of you take your lumps with grace and enjoy that dizzy-headedness-feeling that comes along with them the whole year through! ;)

On a parting note for today, I just want to say I'm grateful. My life is full of love, and hope and I'm dedicated to holding on to all of it, until my hands can nolonger grasp anything and my heart nolonger beats. Dramatic, but no-less true.



I'm laying it all out on the table,
I'm tellin' you again what I've already told you before
My love is not a soon forgotten fable;
My heart is not a box with a lock in a five and dime store.

So there's no need to question me and my feelings.
Oh, wondering if I am sure.
Ask me again, and I'll tell you the same,
Over and over.

Sure enough to never want to be without you,
Sure enough, to stay for good,
Sure enough in every little thing about you,
Sure enough.

Developing the art of collaboration,
It's dinner and a movie and a baby or two.
Now we are in the midst of a revelation, mm-hmm,
We're doing what a modern world said we could not do.

And even when our love is mellow and aging,
Oh, even when were old and wise,
And we know then what we dont know now,
Well, I know I'll still be

Sure enough to never want to be without you,
Sure enough, to stay for good,
Sure enough in every little thing about you,
Sure enough.

For My Dear, Sweet Ted

I don't know what to say to you
Tears are on your face
You don't know how we'll make it through
Such a lonely place
But if you could read my mind
Then you'd understand
Even in times like these
I'm wanting nothing other than

Chorus:
Our love
You and me together
Our love
I'll stay with you
Our love
Our love, our love is true

Oh won't you take me in your arms
That's where I belong
Together we are safe from harm
Together we are strong
I will hold your heart in mine
And guard it through the night
Let the stillness of this moment
Speak to us of all that's right with

(repeat chorus)

Our love
You and me forever
Our love
I'm made for you
Our love
Our love, our love is true

Close your teary eyes and sleep
I'll watch through the night and keep

(repeat chorus)

Our love
Our love

Pole Riders, Eat Shitake, Wall Bangers, Rotating Surfboard of Death

Ok, ok... bad blogger. Very, very bad blogger. Ten lashes with a wet noodle.

I've been neglectful... absent... downright deadbeat I tells ya. My little blog child lays crying in it's own filth. What few readers I have have been forced to set up a chat room in my last post. You all deserve more. More I say.

And all I really want to talk about is the funniest episode EVER of MXC (Most Extreme Elimination Challenge). It's the "Sorority Sisters" episode featuring ever-so-briefly Mitchell Paul, the Liposucteur. It's sexist. It's crude. It's clever and in a way, it's lowest common denominator humour. I can watch just about any episode of this show over and over and always find something hysterical. The whole concept is made up of a real-life Asian game show/reality series called "Takeshi's Castle", over-dubbed in English and treated like sports commentary of a bonafide Olympic-type event. It's VERY slapstick, yet verbally, you have to be paying very close attention so as not to miss the tiniest of details that make it "laugh til it hurts" funny.

Want an example? Here's a five-minute best-of clip. Click THIS!

Oh and one more... from my sweet Ted's favourite event: "Log Droppers"
And just in case I baffled you with the title of this entry... those are the enticing names of just a few of the events on this brilliant show.

I promise to be more bloggy soon my friends. Call it a bit of a summer hiatus.

No song today... 'cause I'm lazy.

My Life in Bullets: the Half-Assed Update

- the trip to Montreal was awesome. Only got a little bit lost. Wedding was beautiful. I'm in love with Montreal, but too fat to live there. It's full of beautiful, beautiful men.

- Ted's sister Crissy and the whole fam-damily are staying with us this week. Our apartment just seems to feel smaller and smaller with each passing day. (Not that I don't love seeing them.)


- Went to see The Simpsons Movie last night. Very funny stuff. Top of their game. That being said, I don't think I'd watch it again anytime soon. Which means Ted (who couldn't come with us) will have to find a date to see it.

- My neck is smurfed. And by smurfed I mean fucked. I can barely move my head. Not looking good for the trip to Canada's Wonderland tomorrow. (taking the day off too. :( )

That's all for now folks. I realize this is "riveting" stuff, but it may have been a tad more interesting had I the time to elaborate, which I don't because of work and just stuff.

If you're reading this, I hope you're happy and well, and that summer isn't passing you by nearly as fast as it seems to be whipping past me. Hmmmm... maybe that's why my neck is smurfed: Whiplash???

"Steve McQueen" by Sheryl Crow (This is a hot summer tune. Love it.)

Well I went to bed in Memphis
And I woke up in Hollywood
I got a quarter
in my pocket
And I'd call you if I could
But I don't know why
I gotta fly
I wanna rock and roll this party
I still wanna have some fun
I wanna leave you feeling breathless
Show you how the west was won
But I gotta fly
I gotta fly

[CHORUS:]
Like Steve McQueen
All I need's a fast machine
I'm gonna make it all right
Like Steve McQueen
Underneath your radar screen
You'll never catch me tonight

I ain't takin' shit off no one
Baby that was yesterday
I'm an all American rebel
Making my big getaway
Yeah you know it's time
I gotta fly

[CHORUS]

We got rockstars in the Whitehouse
All our pop stars look like porn
All my heroes hit the highway
They don't hang out here no more

Oh you can call me on my cell phone
You can page me all night long
But you won't catch this freebird
I'll already be long gone
Like Steve McQueen
All we need's a fast machine
And we're gonna make it all right

Lapin Blanche

White rabbits. White rabbits. White rabbits.

So Lost In So Many Ways

Wow. I've been neglecting my blog huh?

But not without just cause. Let me start by saying just how much I "loathe" Caribana. Not that I've ever actually "been" to Caribana to make such a harsh statement like that. But it's one of those events that happens along every year just to drive me bAtSHiT at work. Seriously; it's more busy a time for me at work than Christmas. I hate it, hate it, hate it. I wish the whole sordid event would go bankrupt and disappear. (Forgive me, those who enjoy it - it's my fatigue speaking.)

So... in other news... Ted is in Montreal. He just got there earlier this evening. It's business til Friday night, when I get there. We've got a wedding to go to on Saturday -and- it's Pride weekend in Montreal so we're hoping to enjoy a bit of the festivities. I'm more than a little anxious - ok... make that "apprehensive" about driving to Montreal by myself. Only because I get lost oh-so-very-easily... yes... even with directions. And my friend Arran and his new boyfriend Neil were "supposed" to be coming with me, but it turns out they can't leave til Saturday morning. I'm happy they're still coming, but it kinda defeats the purpose of why I invited them along in the first place if ya know what I'm sayin'. Wish me luck. It's a six hour drive, and I could very likely still get lost in my own neighbourhood.

I'd love to write more than this, especially considering how little I've written since last week, but I'm simply too tired right now, and the babies need to go outside one last time before bed. I never quite sleep well when Ted's away as I've said before. If you're reading this honey, I love you, and I can't wait to see you Friday night. Or Saturday afternoon, depending on when I finally find my way. ha

Good night all. I hope your summer is in the process of being eventful and fun. God knows mine is.

No House For You

A brief post today.

Yeah, the town house in Brampton... ...let's just say it's a little TOO fixer-upper. We both liked the layout and the location, and the exterior. But inside, absolutely everything needs to be changed and we don't have the money to do that, considering we'd be throwing all our money at a mortgage and condo fees for it. And we're just not handy gays. Y'know? Other gay guys could rips stuff apart and decorate and renovate like the wind. Us??? Not so much. We kinda need a place that we can move into and change over time. This place is a little better than a hovel, and we'd have to live in said hovel for god-knows how long. (with holes in the walls, and nasty floors, shitty carpets, and fucking wallpaper EVERYWHERE...) It needs new kitchen cabinets, and electrical work... blah blah blah. Anyhow... I'm a little bit relieved, a little bit disappointed. The dogs would have loved the little yard and the neighbourhood. Oh well. I wasn't crazy about moving all the way out to Brampton anyhow. My commute is long-enough as it is.

Later peeps. The Thursday workload beckons... or is that the Thursday workload cracks it's whip??

No time for lyrics today, but I do recommend a song called "Baseline" by Quarashi. It's a funky rap/reggae/rock/alternative hybrid tune. The band is largely unknown. The album is called "Jinx" and it's awesome when you're in the mood for something aggressive.