Old Dog

He did... and let's just say that I get squeamish eating liver, so this will definitely NOT be on the menu at any future gathering chez le vieux chien

A 6:11 clip from a weird Finnish comedy cooking show... I didn't make it very far....

Sugar, dammit. Thwarted the memory demons and finally accomplished the mission.

....'nuff said.

Absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!! I love hair. I love the feel, the smell, the way it tickles. When I was young and naive, I was attracted to blondes. I dated them, was in long term relationships with them and married them. Now... well now is different. Now I see the woman. I see that beauty comes in a variety of flavours, colours and sizes. I still want to run my fingers through hair, but it doesn't matter whether it's the colour of sun dried wheat, honey, chocolate or as black as night. If the bearer of that hair doesn't mind my hands, I am good to go!!!

... is an alternate to one of the meds that I am on ... cuz the sporadic paralytic death grip of a choking cough really sucks. Ohh... and a bacon sandwich with lettuce and tomato... I guess I could have said a BLT but that would assume that EVERYONE knew what a BLT was... and not assume that it was some acronym for a BLONDE with a LIMBER TUSHIE or a BRUNETTE wearing a LEATHER TEDDY or a BELGIAN, LIGHTLY TANNED or... ummmm.... skip the lettuce and tomato. I will stick with a bacon sandwich.

I LOVE Meg... she is the sweetest, prettiest, most cuddly person I know...

Go near the boss's office immediately after her boss has been in... it could be good, it could be bad, but ultimately it means more work in a very short time period...

When Mr T introduced us to the origin of words, it struck a chord. There is so much out there that we don't know.... and we can change that. I am a history buff... it was my major at university. One of the greatest things about historical data is that it can and will take you back - magically transporting you to a time that you remember fondly or to a time that sparks your imagination. Each and every day is an anniversary of some event that has touched our lives... whether we know it or not. So for March 5th.... here we go. In 1959, she made her debut. She was impossibly tall, incredibly slim and had dimensions that in the real world are difficult to fathom. She was, and still is, glamourous. On the day of her birth, she was gorgeous... and 54 years later, she still turns heads.... Her name? Barbie!! And on this day in 1969, in Miami...

.... not sugar. Grrrrrrr.

No... I have tons of bacon at home. I didn't have sugar for my coffee.... and I still don't!!!! AaaaaRRRRRGGGGGGGGgggggh.

I like NLWoodchuck... newer poster with great enthusiasm... great having you aboard!

Getting home from shopping with a number of bags of goodies only to discover that the one thing you went out to get... is the thing you forgot to pick up.

Hmmmm Invulnerability would be better but you would have to have a secondary power to make it cooler. Mr Dressup or the Friendly Giant?

The world owes a great debt to a visionary automobile engineer from Paris, Louis Réard. Réard was running his mother's lingerie boutique near Les Folies Bergère where he and a designer colleague Jacques Heim came up with something that would define fashion - in fact, I would be so bold to say that without their creation, the age of post war conservatism may have extended for years. Their masterpiece?? The Bikini: So scandalous in its innovation that no "decent" woman would model for them - they had to find a nude dancer, Michele Bernardini, from the Casino de Paris to take the job... and the rest is histoire!!!

I wish I could say that it get's easier... but that would be flippant. The truth is, we are all humans and when you spend any significant amount of time with ANYONE, be they a provider, a friend, your favourite server at a restaurant, or whomever - when that bond gets broken by change, it hurts. It's not unnatural - it's love. I am not speaking of the romantic kind of love that tears at your soul, I am talking of the love that we feel for those important to us. It's too great to be called a fondness, you can't just say that you "like" them; they are way too important to you for such trivial terms. To not harbour some degree of sadness would be far more worrisome than what you are feeling now. My own experience with this is very similar. My first "regular" provider in this city and I struck such a bond that at times it almost felt like a vanilla world relationship. She has been in and out of the business for a few years now, and we do see each other from time to time, but it does hurt that she is not around. I understand that she is moving on, and a big part of me is thankful that she has found other things in her life to fulfill her ultimate desires for happiness. It was because of her that I found CERB. She still haunts memories but now when I think of her, I smile. By leaving, she gave me the opportunity to explore new avenues, to foster new relationships and to experience so much more... now I have a far wider circle of "love" and I have her to thank for that. I miss her. I miss her sound, her taste and her touch. I miss the way she used to make me feel... but she has given me two great gifts and those in no small measure are compensation. I have the memory of my time with her; it sits on a shelf in my mind that is easily accessible. She also gave me the opportunity to share of myself with others - here - and for that I am more than grateful. My advice? Don't forget her but let yourself try to move on. Find someone that will help start a new memory shelf. There are so many beautiful women on here that can and will ease your pain, I am sure that any number of them would be willing to give it a shot.

LOVE Angela. She has been a great friend since I got here. We all owe her a bit more than we can possibly say!

The body image thing is a double edged sword. I grew up chubby. I'm a big guy now. Over the years I had periods of being in great shape, but the natural tendencies are to carrying more weight than I should. Meh. Other kids, family, ex spouses, employers etc can be MERCILESS when it comes to the treatment of large people. It's almost socially acceptable to engage in the teasing... and whether it's seen as good natured by the participants or downright malicious, every word cuts to the core. That being said, there is an upside. I am a far better "me" as a result of going through that experience. I'm stronger. I'm wittier. I'm a much quicker thinker. Most of all... that "thicker" me made my skin thicker. I can take far more in terms of barbs and insults because I grew up with it. It's not necessarily fair, and it certainly isn't "just" but it is reality. I also have a better handle on the "real" person inside the fleshy suit because I have walked in their shoes. Now if I talk to someone about weight issues, it's certainly not about image. It's about health. As some of you may know, I had a rather significant health scare 6 months ago. My heart was trying to explain to me that the extra weight has burdens beyond the aesthetic... it can certainly put a damper on mobility and has implications regarding imminent mortality. The CERB angle? Regardless of the outward appearance that each of us possess, the true self exists inside. It is in our actions and our words. It's our character. The images that are displayed on profiles and in albums are the tip of the iceberg - the real provider, the person that you desire is the person with whom you have interacted, is the one that can make you smile with sensuality, wit, intelligence and charm. That's the one with whom you are spending your time. Oh... and boobs. Gotta have some boobage. Serving bacon sandwiches wouldn't hurt either.

I am afraid of ummmm.... living in a world controlled by sparkly vampires who outlaw bacon, girls who have more than one facial expression and PS3. Other than that I am pretty good with most stuff.

All I want right now is to renegotiate the SP laundry service responsibilities with my partner Lee Richards.... and another bacon sandwich.

apparently Sunday is the day when CERBites do their laundry....

but do you want a bacon sandwich?

The HBO series Shameless is actually based on a UK series that has been running since 2004.... hmmmmmm.... now I have to watch that too.