Death, Wills, Snow Days, Eggs

Well after the threat of snow and ice last weekend, which never materialized, the snow came this past weekend and made everything pretty for a couple of days. It was quiet and peaceful and c-c-c-cold way to spend the weekend and, of course, our trip to Asheville was cancelled—which I will reschedule in April for Carlos’ birthday—but it was nice.

We ran errands on Friday … we stopped by the attorney to have our wills updated which is never a fun thing to do, but its necessary.

After that we went to talk to a flooring person about changing out the floors. It’s part of the same company that built out cabinets so we stopped over at their offices and found a sign on the door. They are planning a move to a larger space so I thought that was what the sign said, but instead it said the man, Larry,  we were coming to see had suddenly passed away and the offices were closed for several days. Really shocking as we had seen him just last month at the Camden Christmas Parade and he seemed fine. We called our contractor and he said Larry had a massive heart attack last week and passed quickly.

It can all go so fast.

Switching gears … we decided to do our grocery shopping since the snow was coming Saturday and, of course, so did everyone else. Luckily, we weren’t stocking up on all the bread and milk and canned soup so those aisles were relatively calm. Then came the egg aisle and the crowd of people grabbing at the eggs. I stood back and waited until the herd thinned and noticed a woman watching a man check each and every cartoon of eggs before choosing one; finally he was done and she reached in, plucked a carton and off she went. I did the same and then Carlos and I  headed off to checkout where that same woman got in line behind me and so I said:

“I saw you watching all those vultures at the egg case and loved how you just reached in, grabbed a carton and left.”

“Honey, I’m from New York. I am not playing.”

“I’m not from New York and I’m not playing either.”

Kindred spirits.

The Girls, Rosita and Consuelo, had zero desire to step outside in the snowfall so I found an old photo of Tuxedo with snow on his head, ... doesn’t he look happy … and one of Ozzo the Pocket Dog nesting in the snow ...

And now a little Casa Bob y Carlos looking quite peaceful and lovely yesterday…

Up the driveway …

The roads were covered and quiet …

The house through the trees …

Down the driveway …

Into the backyard …

And finally the shed which I am trying to turn into a music room so Carlos can practice his trumpet at least 75 feet away from me ... I kid, or do I …

After breakfast Carlos went out into the yard and came back in and said it was nice outside. I reminded him that, yes, the sun was out and it felt warm, but it was 19-degrees which is roughly 11-degrees lower than his What The Fuck threshold.

So yesterday was peaceful and sunny and snowy, and we had a delicious Ham and White Bean soup with crusty bread, but today is back at work, then a day off, then two days working, then my usual three-day weekend.

It’s a cycle. 

Bobservations

We were out running errands the other day and sort of traveling along in silence when I looked at Carlos and said:

“Yes?”

“I didn't say anything."

"I know, say something!"

"I have nothing to say." 

“YOU have nothing to say? You ALWAYS have something to say, which is why my eyes are constantly rolled back in my head.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore.”

And then he proceeded to talk and talk and talk and talk and my eyes rolled so far back into my head I was able to see the opposite side of my skull.

This Tuxedo Says is from July 2020:

Tuxedo is growing tired of these All Lives Matter idiots and tries to explain why … again.

He proved his point.

Well, the snow finally came, not a lot, but enough to make the house look purty … oh, and cold. And as is the case with South Carolina, even an inch-and-a-half of snow shut everything down. Even my boss called work off, though it helps since most SCer’s can’t drive in the heat so the snow and ice would be deadly!

Monday afternoon I was speaking with a couple of clients near the end of the day when one suggested they get going; they were going out to dinner to celebrate, they said so I asked:

“What are you celebrating?”

“That we’re making America great again.”

I reminded myself that we do not discuss politics with clients so I quickly said:

“Oh, are we?”

“So you didn’t support him?”

“Does he support me? I am a gay man, legally married for over ten years, and together with Carlos for nearly twenty-five years, and his party wants to erase my marriage so, No, I do not and will not ever support him.”

I then told them I think their event would be better suited to a different person and told them to have a nice night.

Then I reported myself to my boss who looked at me, shook his head and said:

"I don't blame you one bit."

That was nice.

Ah, that feeling when even you know you have fabulous cakes and can’t keep your hands off of them.

I don’t care what he calls, and I don’t care that the chickenshit media calls it an “unfortunate” gesture, after the inauguration of a rapist felon, the man who owns him, Leon Skum, gave the crowd a Nazi salute; twice.

When they show you who they are, believe them.

After years of being praised by MAGAts as “sent by God” to save America, when The Felon took the oath of office on Monday he did not place his hand on the Holy Bible. I guess maybe he thought it might explode like one of President Musk’s rockets.

PS Maybe it’s just me, but it looks like Fake Melanie making her first appearance since the election. And, if sio, why is she dressed like a Rabbi?

Will Howard is the quarterback for the Ohio State Buckeyes and this past weekend his team beat Notre Dame to win the National Championship; in an interview he thanked God for the win.

Cuz, you know, God likes Will Howard more than Notre Dame’s quarterback; or maybe God, after watching LA burn and countless thousands of people go homeless, decided not to help those people when there was a football game at stake.

As our Late Great Anne Marie would say, “FOAD.”

Cole Forsgen is a fitness and lifestyle model … whatever that is, but … Would You Hit It?

And tomorrow begins the Great Blindfold Getaway … I don’t know where we’re headed, but I will be driving wherever Carlos directs … wish us well.

Meme Dump

A Snow In Smallville

We’d been told to expect snow last Sunday and all we got was rain and a bit of an ice storm, so when they once again predicted snow for yesterday, I was skeptical. Especially since the entire day was cold but dry.

But then, around 8PM, the snow started, and we ended up with just a couple of inches but it was enough to make for a pleasant change and some purty pictures.

That top photo is one of Carlos’ Camelia's he planted along the back fence; the bush had seven or eight blooms on it today and its sister plant had about three, though they were a much darker pink.

That there is Casa Bob y Carlos in the snow, with a few large branches that came down from the combination of snow and ice and wind.

And this is the backside of the house; the sunroom, even with skylights covered in snow, was one of the warmest rooms in the house today.

Ozzo followed me around outside, but then even he had enough of cold paws and started the trek back to the house.

Here’s another angle on the camellias, with more blooms.

Lastly, the holly tree at the end of the driveway. I like it pruned like this and now I know why … it’s so pretty with the leaves dabbled with snow.

And there you have a wee snow day in Camden. The sun is out, the roads are clearing of snow and ice, and it’s gorgeous out here today.

Bobservations

You’d think after eighteen years together, I’d be able to understand Carlos; not so much. This is an actual conversation:

Carlos: “I remember when I was a kid and my mother wanted to take me to the boat show. She told my father he was taking us on Saturday, which was the night my father always saw his mistress, so he wasn’t happy. And he wasn’t happy wearing a suit and tie—”

Bob: “A suit and tie? At a boat show?”

Carlos: “Yes. And he really didn’t want to see the dancers at the boat show.”

Bob: “Dancers? What the hell kinda boat show is that?”

Carlos: “What boat show.”

Bob: “You said your mother wanted to take you to the boat show.”

Carlos: “Not the ‘boat show,’ the Bolshoi! The ballet.”

Bob: “Oy.”

Boat show, Bolshoi. Po-tay-to, Patata.

Sorry, not sorry.

Rider University, a private university in central New Jersey, asked students last spring which fast food franchise they would like to see on campus. The results showed a preference for Chick-fil-A, so in the fall, when the final survey was taken, the university removed the restaurant as an option because Chick-fil-A is “widely perceived to be in opposition to the LGBTQ+ community.”’

Yassssss.

In other great news, the NRA saw its income dip by $55 million last year, after a record-breaking 2016.

Again, sorry, not sorry,

Just to prove gays can be asshats just like straight folk, I give you Bill White and his husband, Bryan Eure. The two were former Clinton supporters who turned tail and ran to the _____ rally on election night when it was clear Hillary was losing. White says:

“I didn’t want to be part of that misery pie; I’m not a wallower in self-pity. I really believe that once that decision is made, you have to get behind your president.”’

The couple has other reasons for justifying their allegiance to _____; they got all kinds of pissy when Chelsea Clinton didn’t recognize them at Ralph Lauren’s Polo Bar in Midtown Manhattan but say Donnie Junior always takes their calls.

Seriously. These two can f**k off.

We haven’t had any snow yet this year in Smallville, but when we do, I’ll know how to measure it.

Just sayin’.

Iowa? Really?

Iowa is granting permits to allow people who are legally or completely blind to be able to buy or carry guns in public because state law does not allow sheriffs to deny an Iowan the right to carry a weapon based on physical ability.

Even better; while Iowa requires training for anyone who is issued a permit to carry a weapon in public, that requirement can be satisfied through an online course that does not include any hands-on instruction or a shooting test.

Seriously, Iowa?

It costs a lot to bed Melanie.

Apparently the bills for Melanie’s day trip—she did not stay the night—to Toronto last year cost the American people $174,000. Add that to the $95,000 it cost to get Melanie a room at the InterContinental Cairo Semiramis, where she stayed for less than half a day at the end of her tour of Africa last month and you can see she’s as bad as that husband of hers when it comes to spending our money.

Melanie’s spokes-tool implied that the “advance team” was responsible for some of the costs, BUT federal expense documents reported separate, additional costs for the advance team that added up to $18,000.

Melanie is a pampered little liar like her Fat Husband; just sayin’.

Your eyes aren’t deceiving you; this is an actual set of floating stairs in a private home. 

Gorgeous, but, yeah, a few glasses of wine later, I’d be falling down those stairs into the cellar and …wait, if it was a wine cellar?

Win win.

Take a good look at the photo. That is every single politician who voted to repeal Obamacare.

And every red X denotes a politician who was voted out of office in November.

See, voting matters.

An ISBL Public Service Announcement:

With the holiday season upon us, those red Salvation Army donation buckets are out again. And while I am only too happy to help when I can, I avoid giving to the Salvation Army because of their, voraciously denied by them, anti-LGBTQ stance.

For example: In 2008, trans woman Jennifer Gale was found dead outside a homeless shelter run by the Salvation Army. The reason she froze to death on the street? The Salvation Army refused to shelter her with the other women due to her genitalia.

In in 2016, the Salvation Army refused to back a Safe Schools initiative, which was meant to combat anti-LGBTI bullying.

Most recently, a gag order was put on Salvation Army employees forbidding them from talking about LGBTI issues.

So instead of donating money or old clothes to the Salvation Army this year, try one of these non-religious, pro-LGBTI charities.

Foundation Beyond Belief

The Ali Forney Center

The Sylvia Rivera Law Project

Housing Works

The Audre Lorde Project

TGI Justice

The Trevor Project

And thank you.

I am not usually attracted to the dirty blond, blue-eyed types, but then along came former football turned model Heath Hutchins and I became a convert. Heath dropped fifty pounds from his college football playing days to become a rather hot model with icy blue eyes.

A real dreamboat, I must say; and now I have another ‘type.’