Monday, September 24, 2012

Not according to plan

After attending the car club's meet-n-greet Fri night I was all ready for the big car show Sat morning.  Unfortunately Big Ella was not.

After numerous attempts, I just could not get Big Ella to run.  She would start up but then conk out a few seconds later.  I tried everything I could think of and Spouse even ran out to the auto parts store for some carburetor cleaner, bless his heart, but it did not remedy the trouble.  I resigned myself to the fact that Big Ella was not going to make it to the car show.

At first I was completely pissed off and utterly disappointed.  I wait all year long for this car show and she chooses this day to act up.  But after a few minutes I decided to heed the advice I would give to Spouse if it were him that was pissed off and disappointed.  

Don't let this disappointment ruin the entire day.  You can still attend the car show and look at all the fantastic cars.  The day does not have to be a total loss.

So that is what we did.  Spouse & I met up with Jack & Alisha, Steve & Thad, and 1 of the Bobs at the car show and really enjoyed ourselves.  There were lots of new cars I'd not seen at previous shows.  And the weather was nice and warm and sunny, unlike last year which rained out the car show.  In fact, it was such a beautiful day that after we finished at the car show we grabbed a quick lunch and then went to beach for the rest of the afternoon!

That night I attended the cocktail hour followed by the dinner and awards banquet.  It was a lot of fun!

Friday, September 21, 2012


Yesterday I was off work and took some time to prepare Big Ella for this weekend's big car show.

I belong to the Straight Eights (mid-Atlantic) chapter of the Lambda Car Club International, an international gay club for car enthusiasts and each year our chapter hosts "Beach Ball", a member car show here at the beach that is open to the public.  In addition, this year our chapter is hosting the Grand Invitational so we are expecting gay car enthusiasts from all over the US!

You can read about my participation in some past Beach Balls and see photos of fabulous flivvers in past blog posts here and here.

Today I polished up Big Ella's chrome, wiped away and spots or smudges, and took her out on the road for some exercise.  Bug Big Ella was acting a big strange today, occasionally coughing and stalling out.  I called my mechanic and he suggested her gasoline may have gotten some condensation in it since I hadn't driven her in a few weeks.  (I've been very busy and it seems like the times I had available to drive her it was either too hot or it rained.)  He suggested filling the tank with gas and lead substitute and driving her around.

So I'm looking forward to showing off Big Ella and seeing all the other awesome autos in Saturday's big car show!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012


I am intrigued by the TV show "Hoarders".  Forget all those other so-called 'reality' shows with the housewives and big brothers and what-not.  This sh*t is for real!!

What I find so interesting about this show and the phenomena of hoarding is how something in their brain is either mis-firing or their ability to recognize what is normal has become broken.  Its sort of like how people with body dysmorphia disorder see themselves as fat while others see them as dangerously thin.  Hoarding is definitely a mental disorder.

Many of the hoarders don't believe they really have a problem despite the fact that their homes have become unlivable by most people's standards due to the stuff packed to the rafters and the filth.  Others seem to recognize their situation but have become powerless to correct it.  The concept of sorting through a pile of stuff on the counter is paralyzing to them.

I usually feel sorry for these folks because the therapists who try to help them often find a traumatic event in their past that seems to have been the start of the hoarding.  Many are not able to get past either the traumatic event or the resulting hoarding so some of them lose their homes, spouses, and children.  Its sad, but somehow also very interesting to me.

Monday, September 17, 2012


Sat evening Spouse & I went to a wedding... er, rather, a wedding reception.

A woman with whom I work got married early Sat morning in a private ceremony at dawn.  Then they invited their family, friends, and colleagues like me & Spouse to their reception that evening.

It was a beautiful evening weather-wise; not too humid, not too hot, not too cool, not too breezy.  It was about as perfect as one could ask for an outdoor reception.  But just in case, they did have a large banquet tent.

The food was simple but tasty, there was an open bar, and the decorations were lovely but not over-the-top.  (This was her 2nd marriage.)  
The theme color was peacock blue.  The bride wore peacock blue shoes and earrings (and a white knee-length dress), the napkins were peacock blue, and the floral centerpieces had peacock blue ribbon around them.  It was just enough color to make it interesting without overshadowing the beauty of all the white.

Spouse & I had a very nice time eating, drinking, and talking with the other guests.  We did NOT dance though.  It is my personal rule not to dance with or among straight people.  As progressive as most of them were, we didn't want to be "the male couple dancing together" at the reception.

Thursday, September 13, 2012


OK - I admit it.  I've been busted.
My work and personal life have been SOOO busy that I have not been able to keep up with my blog.  For several years now I've been posting once daily Mon-Fri but lately I've gotten very behind.

So I've been creating posts and back-dating them so my blog shows no gaps in posts, and a couple of you readers busted me.  Apparently you have alerts that notify you when post and you catch my back-dating.

I know, its kind of like cheating, but I didn't know what else to do.  I don't want to have a gap of several days (or several weeks!) on my blog.  I know this hectic pace won't last forever so I will eventually be able to catch back up and post in 'real time'.

So forgive me for being shady and back-dating my posts.  I promise to try and do better!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Day of remembrance and service

Today is the 11th anniversary of 9-11-01, the day that changed America.  I still get chills when I recall the events of that day and my personal experience.

Many innocent people were killed in the World Trade Center attack, the Pentagon attack, and the hijacked airplane that crashed in PA.  Many more were killed trying to help them.  On this day we pause to remember those people: mothers, fathers, children, husbands, wives, partners, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, and neighbors.

But rather than solely focusing on what was lost, the Corporation for National & Community Services suggests that we honor those who were lost on 9-11-01 by participating in some sort of national or community service on this day each year.  You can probably think of a local soup kitchen or homeless shelter that could use a hand for a few hours, or you can check out this website for other opportunities and ideas.

Honor those who can't by volunteering in your community or nationally.  You'll be glad you did.

Thursday, September 06, 2012

Stoopd lyrics

Here is another installment of my blog feature "Stoopid lyrics" where I share with you a well-known song with lyrics that don't make sense.

Keep in mind this doesn't mean the song is stoopid or that I don't like the song. In fact, most of the time I like the songs and only discover they contain stoopid lyrics when I try to sing along.  But in all cases, the lyrics make absolutely no sense. 
performed by Sixpence None the Richer

Kiss me out of the bearded barley,
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift you open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling,
So kiss me

Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me, upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift you open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling,
So kiss me

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift you open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling,
So kiss me

So kiss me
So kiss me

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

Labor Day weekend highlights

Bugs & Roger came for the Labor Day weekend.  They arrived Fri afternoon and did some shopping around the outlet stores until Spouse & I got home from work.

We had a great weekend, as we always do with them.  I had to work part of the weekend but Spouse kept them busy.  Steven & Thad hosted a Labor Day barbecue at their home so the 4 of us had fun there as well.  All the regular gang was there too.

Monday, September 03, 2012