"Happy halloween!" door breaks open...

Cripes, with all that's happened this week with dad's passing and all, i totally forgot today was Halloween. Well, I certainly have to be like every other blogger in existence and post some Halloween pictures, right?



And why hasn't any Halloween party I've been invited to, EVER been like this????


I gotta get me invited to some better parties, apparently...

Happy Halloween!

POLT

Listening to "Living Dead Girl" by Rob Zombie

Cut thier hair short, wear shirts and boots (Part 16)...

Wife Beater Wednesday

POLT Oil: 95.26 (+3.32); Gas: 2.89 (+.01)

Listening to "1234" by Feist

It's loud and tasteless and I've heard it before...

Okay, I don't have any idea how or why I saw this, but I did. I'll let you read it first...


Man in N.J. Charged with Having Sex with a Corpse
TEANECK, N.J. (1010 WINS) -- Police in Teaneck arrested a man for allegedly having sex with a corpse.Anthony Merino, a 24-year-old lab technician, was arrested Sunday after a security guard saw him having sex with a dead 92-year-old woman in the Holy Name Hospital morgue, police said. The suspect works part time at Holy Name Hospital, holds a full time job at Overlook Hospital and another part time position at Bio Reference Labs in New Jersey.Merino is charged with desecrating human remains in the second degree. His bail has been set at $400,000. Merino is also expected to undergo a psychological evaluation and is restricted from working in a health care facility.

Okay, I saw this and my line of thought went something like this:

1. Oh, he's kinda cute.
2. Yeah, he's 24.
3. Sex with a corpse, that's just wrong on so many levels.
4. In New Jersey, well I'm not surprised.
5. A psych eval, well DUH!
6. OHMIGOD, she was 92!!!!!!

Now kids we all know Uncle Polt has been known to get a bit freaky in some of his sexual escapades in the past, but I have NEVER come anywhere NEAR close to having sex with a corpse. (Well that one guy did just kinda lie there, but he was at least warm) And allow me to set the record straight right here by saying I am NEVER going to have any sort of contact, sexual or otherwise, with a naked corpse. However, were I so inclined, I'd like to think I'd at least pick an attractive corpse! Maybe a late teenager or early 20's age of person. Something a bit less....wrinkled that this one, perhaps. Why in God's name would you want a 92 year old corpse?????

Christ, if you wanna fuck an 92 year old woman, visit a nursing home....some of those ladies are difficult to distinguish between a dead and a live one.

..................hmm, let me know, seriously....have I crossed the line here, I'm not sure. Tastelessness is sometimes hard to define....

POLT

Listening to "Somebody To Love" by Queen

Think I'll buy me a football team (Week 8)...

My Cowboys had off this past weekend (I HATE the bye week crap), so they're still 5-1. The Deadskins got scalped by the Patriots as they racked up 52 points against them! That's always good. My pick in the pool at work, San Deigo won too, so I'm still in there, although since I'm off work for bereavement leave, I have no idea how many other people are still there too.

Against Johnnie it was a good week for me again. I won out 3-1. that makes my total record versus him 19-10, which further means he owes me 9 bucks. (hehehe)

POLT

Listening to "Money" by Pink Floyd

An Utterance, information, don't mince words (Part 65)...

TMI Tuesdays

1. If they kept stats of your sex life like they do in sports, what would you lead the league in? what all time record would you hold? I would lead the league in Most Solo Shots...for a man my age. And I would hold the record for Most Guys Fucked In One Weekend In Toronto.
2. What song gets you in the mood to have sex? best music to fuck to? best music to make love to? honestly, I really don't have music playing most of the time. best music to fuck to is the bad 70's synth music they play on pornos (or at least its what I'm listening to most of the time) Music to make love to? Something that turns the other person on (and if that happens to be bad 70's synth music they play on pornos, then all the better)
3. Where is your favorite place to have sex in your house/apartment? In front of my computer. oh, if you meant with someone else...well, that would be my freaking big king sized bed. A bit cliched, yes, but it's a freaking big king sized bed, so there.
4. (girls) Have you sent or given your used panties to a guy? Do you know what happened to them? (guys) Have you taken/asked for a girls panties before? What did you do with them? (non-breeders) What is the protocol for this "tradition"? Non-breeder, that would be me. What our protocal for that 'tradition'? I'm not sure we have a protocol. All I know is, when I asked Freddie for a set of his boxers, he sent them to me. Nuff said, eh?
5. What makes a kiss a great to you? If it gives me an erection, it's a damn good kiss.
Bonus: Who pays for a date? If the girl asks a guy out, does she pay? If you are interested in same sex partners, how do you determine who pays? "Same sex parnters" = "Non-breeders", right? Glad to see we're finally being acknowledged in these questions. See the difference is, we non-breeders dont date. We meet online, we meet in person, we go to one guy's house, and we fuck. And maybe we'll do it again another time, but there's no need for paying, cause there's no date involved. Now having one of the participants being a male prostitute changes the rules a bit, but we'll not go there. Honestly, when I have been a 'gay date' (ew, I hate that term), there's no set rule to who pays. Mostly we spilt the bill, in my experience.

POLT Oil: 91.44 (-.07); Gas: 2.88 (+.03)

Listening to "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen

And didn't press you for the details...

Monday's Hot Shirtless Guys Photos is taking a one week due to the death of my father. It will return next week, in its entirety.

Anyways, Sunday morning, I went to sit with dad so mom could go to church. This was the worst I had seen him. he didn't seem to know where he was, who he was, or anything. Mom had given him one of the morphine pills the night before so he could sleep through the night, we assumed this was just the result of the pill, as it was an extended release pill.

When she got home, we rolled him on his side, so she could check the sore that growing on his butt and put more cream on it. He was moaning all through it, because we assumed it hurt to move, but had to check the sore, and then change his diaper. He was basically unresponsive. I decided when I left that the next time I was over, Monday, I'd talk to mom about moving him somewhere, because he was getting too much for her.

I came home, Freddie and I got something to eat and hung out here. (God bless him, Freddie was here from Friday night, and I wasn't home a lot cause I was over with mom and dad. he knew that was the situation before he came down, but he came anyway. And was as supportive and understanding as he could be.) He asked me if I wanted him to ga back earlier, like that night, instead of waiting until Monday morning. I told him I didn't, BUT...well, i probably wasn't going to be much company Sunday night anyway, as i was kinda distracted. So the more I thought about it, the more I thought he might as well just go back. Not that I wanted him to, mind you, but it seemed to make the most sense. So he packed up and left. I'll say again what a trooper he was this weekend. I love the kid so much.

So it wasn't long after he left, I was sitting there watching the Redskins...well, get skinned by the Patriots(yay), and my cell rang. It was mom. She said I should probably come over.

What had happened was, after I left, mom called the Hospice people, because dad hadn't pooped in about two days (but he wasn't eating anyway), and hadn't peed in almost a full day. Mom though he might have to have a catheter. So the Hospice nurse said she'd be over later to see about that.

About 430, mom's cousin Bonnie and her husband Dick came down to visit with some food. The three of them ate, and were visiting when the Hospice nurse arrived at 530. mom mentioned the cathing and the sore on dad's butt. the nurse checked him over, and ignored both of mom's questions, and said she'd stay a little while here before she decided to cath him. She later told us she knew when she got there dad didn't have long to live. She kept checking his pulse and heartbeat and breathing. And then about 6:00 told mom that if she had any children and a pastor, she might want to call them. And that's when I got the call.

I didn't know on the way over what it was, if he was dying, or if the Hospice lady needed to go over stuff with us or not. Thankfully, they live about a 5 minutes, or less walk, from my place.

I got there, and Bonnie met me at the door and hugged me. I still wasn't sure what was happening. mom was sitting on one side of the bed holding his hand. Dick put a chair on the other side for me. Mom told me to sit. the nurse said he probably didn't have too much longer to live. I was a bit shocked, considering he wasn't good when I left 5 hours earlier, but he certainly didn't seem near death. But then as I sat there, I realized, yeah, he is.

he was laying there, his eyes open, but unseeing. His hands were cold. He was a bit blue around his lips and in his hands and such. And he was taking very shallow infrequent breaths. it reminded me of a fish out of water, trying to breath. I told mom that I didn't think I could sit here and do this. She said I could go into the kitchen if I needed.

then i remembered when we put our one dog down about 5 years ago, I went with her, and held her while the vet gave her the injections. I was there when we got her from the pound, I had to be there when she died. And I then decided in my mind, that if I could be there for your dog, I could certainly be there for my father. I HAD to be.

So we sat there. Bonnie was behind mom, Dick was behind me, had thier hands on our shoulders. And we just watched. The nurse (God she was SO good, so understanding, so helpful, I can't say enough good things about her) checked him a few times, and said, it would be soon. Mom leaned over his kiss him and said something to him while she was crying. I sat there for a few more minutes and then I got up and went to the head of the bed. I rubbed his head, leaned odwn and kissed his cheek near his ear, and whispered in his ear, around my crying, that I loved him, that mom and Angel (the dog) and I were all here with him. I told him he fought hard, but it was time for him to go. We all understood.

He took a few more of the light breaths, and then....just stopped. The nurse checked him again, and called it at 6:32pm.

So then Bonnie set out calling the relatives, mom's brothers and sister, her mother. After a bit, I went to tell the two ladies that lived up the street that had helped out, sitting with dad, or letting the dog out for mom when dad was in the hospital, and I told the guy who lived next door that had helped dad up the one time he fell.

Mom and I each had a big crying bout, but we got ourselves back under control before the family started showing up. We didn't really want all that many people in the house then, but we ended up having about 10-12 people there offering their support, which was appreciated, even if it was a bit unnecessary. the nurse (again, God bless her) called the doctor about something and called the funeral home to come get the body, but they didn't show up until about 930 i think, so that gave us all plenty of time to let the family see him, if they wanted. Angel, God bless her too, laid on the bed with him the entire time, and would only get off when I physically lifted her off and gave her to a relative to hold while they took the body.

People gradually started leaveing, and about 1100 or so, they were all gone. She and I set down to get the information form the funeral home left us filled out. And we gathered his clothes, and the papers and stuff together. Got a wedding ring for him to be buried with, he hadn't been wearing it. And there's a photo of both dogs in a frame that says "Pick Of The Litter" that I got in Toronto that dad wanted buried with him, so we got that too.

I asked mom repeatedly if she wanted to stay the night with her, but she said no. She and I were really doing okay. We're both relieved, and we did plenty of crying when he died, when certain relatives showed up and such. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to cry in the future as well. But right then, and even today, we're doing alright.

I'm just amazed at how everything worked out. What I mean is, getting cancer like this is NEVER good. But,

• just last year they got the room added that included the new shower, so they could use that instead of taking stairs when he was unable to.
• Mom was able to retire and stay home with him all the time (although, now she's decided to go back to work, and just retire next spring like she originally intended).
• mom got the truck transferred to her name just last week.
• Also last week, she went through some boxes and pulled out some photos of him, so they're ready for the photoboards.
• She also wetn looking for and found all the papers (insurance, pension, will, etcetc) last week and had them all organized.
• Friday night, my little cousin Cam got to see him. Saturday, my 9 year old cousin Corey got to see him.
• Sunday early afternoon, my cousin Lexi (she's 7) got to see him.
• my mom's neices and nephews got to see him Saturday, and Brian and his family stopped by then too to visit, although that was the first time they did.
• He loved all those couisins and the little kids and they all oved "Uncle Milt". It's like everyone got to see him this weekend before he died.
• It worked out that bonnie and dick were there, so mom wasn't alone before I got there, and
• it worked out that the Hospice lady got there when she did. If she hadn't shown up, mom could have just found dad dead at say 6;45 when she went in to talk to him, this way, we got to be there bedside.

Today was dealing with arrangements and such, but that went rather well. Tomorrow's the reception (we're not having a viewing, dad didn't want one). I think that's gonna be hard. Mom and I really are doing well, but we'll have to see person after person after person that's upset and offering condolences and such. But that' part of the deal. mom didn't really even want to have that, but I said that's for the friends and family, not for us. They need to let us know they care and such and it could be closure for some of them too, perhaps. So we're having it. But I really think that's gonna be the hardest part. And then the funeral, well that will private, so that's okay, just family.

Man, we all knew he was going to go fast, I just can't believe how fast it was.

My dad and I didn't have the best of relationships, but I tell you, if when i die, I'm as loved by as many different people as he is, I'll consider myself lucky.

POLT

Listening to "History Repeating" by the Propellorheads

The planet could be deceased...

My father died tonight at 6:30. Mom and I, and the dog, were with him when he went. We're sad, but I think both relieved. Now there's just all this paperwork and planning and stuff like that....ugh. We're going to start working on that tomorrow. I've been at thier (now her) house since 6:00, and I am now beat. I need sleep. I just wanted to post quickly, thank all the readers who left comments about keeping us in thier thoughts and prayers, and those that did so without leaving a comment. I thank you one and all, and ask that you continue to do so for the next few days. I'll post more about it tomorrow, or the next day, whenever.

When you read this, hug someone you love and tell them you love them. I'm glad I got the chance to do so.

POLT

Listening to the silence in my apartment.

Let's get unconscious, honey (Part 71)...

Unconscious Mutterings

This is from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/

I say ... and you think ... ?

Inaugural :: Parade
Pledge :: Of Alleigance
String :: Knot
Trot :: Horse
Fitness :: Center
Cinder :: Ashes
Edge :: Razor
31 :: Flavors
Blue :: LaBatts
Leather :: Chaps

POLT Oil: 91.87 (+.01); Gas: 2.85 (+.01)

Listening to Freddie take a shower

If there was a way, I'd hold back these tears...

Today, when i got home, Freddie I went to bed to cuddle and play a little bit. And my cell rang. Normally, in those circumstances, I'd let it ring. but it was from my cousin Tracy, I knew she we here visiting, so i answered it. She was over at my parents, and I said I'd come over.

Tracy is three years younger than me and the closest thing to a sister I have. She lives in Baltimore now, and his sister Trish (who's one year younger) lives in Hershey PA, and they get back here maybe once or twice a month. i don't get to see them very often, so i try to see them when they're here.

I went over. They came by to visit dad, and mom or course. Dad was not having a good day. Normally, when people stop by for a visit, he at least listens the conversation taking place around him, maybe saying something every once in a while. Tonight, he didn't even want to be bothered with visitors. He didn't saw much to them except hi. And then he even grumbled at them a bit later, so they went into the living room with mom, and that's where they were when I found them.

We had a nice visit, the four of us. Then another cousin, his wife, and son showed up. The living room was a bit crowded, so i took the 9 year old, and my dog, into the back yard, where we walked for a bit and ran and stuff. Had a fun time.

Later on, Tracy and Trish decided they were ready to leave. they went to say bye to dad, and then I heard them in the kitchen. They were there for a while. So I got up from the living room and went to see what was up. They were crying. I hugged Tracy, and she would NOT let go. She just hugged me and cried and cried. I only got her to stop when I reached for more Kleenex for her. She and Trish dried thier eyes. Tracy managed to say, "He's always been my favorite uncle." And I know he was. And I know he loved her very much too. So I pulled them both in and they both started crying again.







And so did I.







It was the first time since all this started back in the Spring that I've cried. And I what surprised me was that I was crying for them. I felt so bad for them, that they felt so bad. They both realize, I'm sure,that this is the probably the last time they're going to see him. I wish there was something more I could have done for them.

And I cried for them, but I have yet to cry for myself, or mom or dad, even. I mean, I just don't feel like crying over that. It seems....premature? Pointless? I don't know. It just isn't...time yet. there's too much to do. We've got to make sure he's as comfortable as possible, and that he gets the drinks of ice water when he needs them, and that he gets moved when he wants, and that he can empty his bladder when he needs to, or have the bed raised when he needs to cough. Who the hell has time to tears?

But I do feel really really sad for my cousins. I'm tearing up as I type this. I guess my time for tears will come, but it's not here yet. And I'm not trying to "be strong", believe me, I can cry like a baby for his mama, and I have no shame about doing so. I just don't believe that time is yet.

I'm glad I started this blog over two years ago. For many reasons, but not the least of which is that it's kinda cathartic to type all this out. It's not gonna solve anything, I know. But I feel better after i do so, even if the whole thing is just a stream of consciousness thing. And typing it out is easier for me than talking about it, sometimes.

I guess I better get used to this, cause the closer he gets to death, the more people will get upset, and the more I'll be seeing them crying and upset. Oh well...what can ya do? Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.....

POLT

Listening to "Block Rockin Beats" by the Chemical Brothers

My baby's got a secret (Part 44)...

Secret Saturdays

These come from http://postsecret.blogspot.com/




POLT Oil: 91.86 (-.01); Gas: 2.84 (-.01)

Listening to "How Soon Is Now" by the Smiths

Now her parents are divorced...

In an incidence of outright blatant pandering, Rudy Giuliani recently told a Far Right Religious Wingnut Republican group that he would support a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage if "the Defense Of Marriage Act appeared to be failing or if a number of states legalized same sex marriage".

Ignoring for the moment the flip-flopping of the man, who is a supporter of gay rights, until of course, he needs the votes of people who rabidly against them, I just have a question. Does anyone else see any hypocracy in a multiple divorced man denying gay and lesbian couple the right to marry?

When you get down to it, what's the bigger threat to marriage: a gay couple that's been together 15 years getting married, or a straight man being divorced and remarried more than once?

POLT

Listening to "Goodbye Horses" by Psyche

As the snake uncoiled on a road...

One night this week, while Freddie and I were talking, he was telling me about this cute shirtless guy that was outside his window doing some painting, and how Freddie felt like me at the time, cause he took some photos of the guy (Freddie knowing how I'm obsessive about taking photos of hot guy strangers in public).

Then he told me more about Hagrid, who apparently is a good snake too (although how would it be a bad snake? Hissing at all hours of the night? Peeing on the floor? Humping visitors? Constricting strangers?), and he said he's send me some photos of him. Which he did. I can't tell the difference.
But when I opened the email, i saw there were 16 photos attached. I thought, "Christ, he's talking 16 photos of the snake? What can there possibly be about the snake to warrant 16 photos of it? I've lived in this house for 10 years, and I don't have anywhere NEAR 16 photos of the house!" But as I opened them, I found out that the last two photos were of Hagrid. The other 14...yeah, they were of the hot shirtless guy painting outside his room! Did me proud, my lil Freddie did, God bless 'im!

Anyway without further ado, I give you Hagrid...and cute guy painting outside Freddie's window.


(Hagrid's the first photo!)

And as an added bonus (for me) right now, even as I type this, Freddie is on his way down here to visit for the weekend. YAY! It's been since September. So we KNOW Uncle Polt is gonna have a great weekend!

POLT

Listening to "The First Time" by U2

Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me (Part 103)...

Frenching Fridays

POLT Oil: 91.87 (+.93); gas: 2.85 (+.03)

Listening to "Like It Or Not" by Madonna

Keep Your Numbers mounting (Part 10)...

55 Fiction Fridays!

After the party, off to bed. Both of us in just boxers.
Later, roll onto side, hand ends up on his hip,
Sliding forward, into the tent there created.
Holding breath, anxious, nervous. Surrepticiously grasping.
He rolls onto his back, affording greater access.
Heart pounding, adreneline pumping, breath heaving.

First time.
…But not the last.

POLT

Listening to "Sugar Baby Love" by The Rubettes

So he shrinks as they ride, under vermillion sky...

Shrink: (v) to compact; to dwindle; to draw back. Or see photo.



The shrinkage in this case would be nearly immeasurable. His testicles are probably nestled up under his liver.

POLT Oil: 90.80 (+3.14); gas: 2.82 (+.01)

Listening to "Pride And Joy" by Stevie Ray Vaughn

Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 80)...

It's time once more for...


Well, kids as well all know this is the last one before Halloween. We're supposed to do the Halloween costume themed thing next week. I don't really plan on doing anything for Halloween, although I might find a costume from a previous year or something. Anyways, I wanted to do something Halloween-esque this week too.

As regular readers know, my dad's fallen ill with cancer. But for, well, every year that I can remember, he planted and tended a large garden in the back yard. He planted it this year before he got to sick to take care of it. Mom took over that duty. But one thing he planted this year was pumpkins. About two weeks ago, mom and I were in the backyard, walking around the garden, and we found a few of them. This is me, with one of dad's pumpkins:


Yep, that's Uncle Polt and the pumpkin. It's HUGE. And that was a few weeks ago, I'm sure it's even bigger now. Papa Polt sure can grew 'em big, eh?

To see what other people did for HNT, click the HTN button in my sidebar.

POLT

Listening to "Bitchin' Camaro" by The Dead Milkmen

Cut thier hair short, wear shirts and boots (Part 15)...

Wife-Beater Wednesday

POLT Oil: 87.66 (+2.73); gas: 2.81 (-.01)


Listening to "Pump It" by the Black Eyed Peas

Tonight, I want to dance with someone else (Part 27)...

Wednesday Weekly White Boy Dance

From http://insidestephen.blogspot.com/ . He's got the same new background as the last video, but the same old sexy moves...



POLT

Listening to "Stronger" by Kanye West

And I knew I should have taken off my shoes...

LOVE this!



POLT

Listening to Queer Eye For The Straight Guy

Think I'll buy me a football team (Week 7)...

So, the Cowboys won again, YAY! Now they're the only NFC team with 6 wins...although they're going into a bye week, and Green Bay just had one, so I guess that doesn't really mean anything right now. The Deadskins won (barely. And against the Cards of all teams!), which is never good, but Dallas's win keeps them two games ahead.

I'm still in the poll at work, since the Giants won this week. We're now down to, i think, 6 players. I still got a chance at the $290...but it's getting tougher and tougher each week to pick a team that's gonna win that I haven't picked before!

In the bets, I kicked Johnnie's ass, 5-1. The grand total he now owes me is $7!

POLT Oil: 84.93 (-.74); Gas: 2.82 (-.01)

Listening to "When I Get You Along" by Thicke

An utterance, information, don't mince words (Part 64)...

TMI Tuesdays

These come from http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/. Stop by and play along.

1. What are your 7 favorite tactile things that turn you on? Sex (like oral, or penetrative) cannot be an answer. (Examples: silk, light tickling, etc). In no particular order: 1. Kissing; 2. Cuddling; 3. Nipple Play; 4. Porn; 5. Giving massages; 6. Receiving massages; 7. More nipple play(?)
2. What are your non-genital errogenous zones and what do you like done to them? Nipples, baby. Licking, sucking, nibbling, biting, depending on how worked up I am.
3. What sounds get you sexually charged? Moans, purrs, sighs, whimpers...from my sex partner.
4. After losing your virginity, what is the longest you’ve gone without penetrative sex? Several months? Maybe a year? But I kept my hand busy in the meantime, let me assure you.
5. What is your least favorite sexual position? Why don't you like it? I'm not sure that I have a favorite or least favorite. It really depends on my mood at the time.
Bonus (as in optional):If you could sexually dominate or submit to 5 people - any 5, currently living or deceased - which 5 would it be? Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison, Justin Timberlake, Prince William, and this guy I used to work with named Nick A. Dominate or submit to them, whichever they want, baby, whichever they want!

POLT

Listening to Ag visit with me

Walks along the waves of velveteen...

My emotions come over my like waves onto a shore...and they last as long. Sadness: for what's happening to dad; Anger: at dad for smoking for 50 years; Guilt: for feeling the anger; Helplessness: because I can't do anything; Worry: for mom and the toll this must be taking on her; Nervous: over what happens with everything after dad dies; Fear: that I could end up like him, but without a wife and son to help me; Self-Loathing: for worrying about my future when dad has none; Cheerful: cause how else can I be around dad and mom.

I sat with dad for about four hours today while mom took care of her retirement papers. He had to pee while I was there. he can't get out of bed, so I had to pull the front of his pants down and hold the palstic urinal onto him while he went. I swear, there is not reason in this world that a 40 year old man should see his father's penis. It was uncomforatable and awkward for both of us. I was embarrassed for myself and for him. He told mom later he hated having to do that, he almost couldn't go. It did take him a while to start. I don't think there's anything worse than seeing a parent, a person who's always been strong and self-sufficent, reduced to needing cared for like an infant. Well, a child dying, I think that might be worse, but I can think of little else.

Mom told me that he's discussed his funeral with her, what he wants buried with, and in, and that he wants no viewing, and few things he wants given to nieces and nephews. So at least, he's come to terms with everything. I think he knows too it won't be long. he barely eats, he has no appetite. he drinks, but not much. I think mom's doing well, I'm quite surprised in that I'm doing rather well myself. I mean, yeah, there's a bunch of conflicting emotions going on inside me, but I don't think I'm going to break down or anything, at least not until he's actually in the ground. I've got to be there for mom, and the family and friends and such, to get through this time. Once that's done, then...then I can safely have any breakdown I need.

I don't know how mom does it. I was over there today, and two groups of people came to visit, one as the first was leaving. And both times, she sat in the room with dad and them, chatting with them like there was nothing wrong, like her husband wasn't laying on a hosptial bed in front of her being eaten alive internally. Like they had just stopped by to chat. I was in another room reading, because I only know these people second hand. But I was pissed off. he's in pain, and he's tired, and you know she's got to be worn out. And yet, you're going sit there and chat about another relative that's not there, or about how your respective gardens are doing, or this or that. But then, I realized, I shouldn't be angry. These people are coming to visit dad, to show they love and care about him. And mom's just being a good hostess. I don't think i could do it...she's always been stronger than me.

I know he wont be here for Christmas, I doubt he'll be here for Thanksgiving, I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't even here for Halloween. I just want it to be over. But then, I guess that's selfish of me...which brings on the guilt, etc, etc, etc. Waves on a shore...

POLT

Listening to "Groove Is In The Heart" by Dee-Lite

You're wantin my body, I don't mind (Part 117)...

MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS

This week's photos are all of one guy, a soldier, who took these photos and sent them to his girlfriend. And somehow they ended up online, which is a good thing for all of us, I'd say.









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Listening to "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley

Took me into the city, to see a marching band...

Yesterday, what a busy day. I got to work on time, much to my surprise. Had a full day there. on the way home, roughly 4:30, I got a call from A Local Celebrity, Mr. David Parispeking.

ALCMDPP was calling to see if wanted to go see a band competition that night.

Some explanation is obviously in order. ALCMDPP is a teacher, a music teacher, and he's been the coach (advisor? instructor? whatver.) for the marching band at the high school he taught at. So he's all about the marching bands and stuff (yes, yes I KNOW it's hard to believe, but ALCMDPP is inDEED a band geek. hehehehehehhe....)

He told me previously that the Shepard University Marching band was doing songs from the musical RENT (which I love more than Mama Polt's homemade apple pie) for thier halftime presentation. And we've been trying to find a date and time when he could take me see them.

Well, as I said, there was this competition going on, and at the end of it, the Shepard University marching band was going to perform. And ALCMDPP assured me that this would be better than at a game, cause then there might be time restrictions, but here, they could do the whole program.

A school marching band competition, huh? okay, well I was not any kind of band geek in school (I tried to be a drama geek...just ended up working backstage though, no acting. but I digress...), and really marching bands I don't mind seeing in a parade, but other than that, eh, they're not my thing.

Then he said something else, which i didn't quite get all of, beause of static, but I did manage to hear "high school gay choral boys". Really, what more did I need to hear, right? I was in.

So I dropped the groceries off at home, changed my clothes, stopped by my parents house to see them (dad's not doing so well, but that's the subject of another post), and then off the his house. I got to talk to his lovely missus, and well as the two kids, Little Miss David Parispeking One and Little Miss David Parispeking Two. And then we were off.

On the drive there (I think roughly a 30-45 minutes drive) we discusses and debated the issues of the day. As you do. And then we stopped at Roy Roger's to get something to eat (I didn't know any of those were still in existance). And then we continued on to the Brunswick High School.

Since county educators got in free, ALCMDPP had his teacher's ID with him. The plan was for him to show his and then for me to realize I didn't have mine, and have him vouch for me as another teacher and have us both get in free. Worked like a charm. Like he said, it's easy to decieve band parents (HE said it, not me).

We watched a few schools perform. I was somewhat entertained, but it really wasn't my scene. I had more interest in checking out the spectators, even if they were underage. Underage gay boys are like ovens: hot, they make you sweat, and looking is okay but under no circumstances can you touch them! Or something like that....

Anyway, even though we had only eaten about an hour before and he had eaten three cookies once that he bought there, ALCMDPP was whining about being hungry and wanting some 'band food'. So finally, after I had had enough, we went to the food area. he offered to buy me something to eat too, and who am I to ever turn down food. he got a hot dog, i got a burger. It wasn't all that bad.

Then we went looking for the marching band director of that school. ALCMDPP called him on the cellphone and found out he was in the band room practicing. So off we went, into the school to find him. We found the cafeteria, the gym, the office, the library, and even ALCMDPP's old school band practicing, but no band room. Until we went the director that I had suggested and then we found it. The guy's name was John. He was young-ish, thin, red-headed, goateed, and hot as all get out! But while they talked "shop", I went to the bathroom.

We left and returned to the bleachers to watch the remainder. We even got to watch ALCMDPP's old band perform. And then, after all the high school's were done, the Shepard university band took the field.

Oh. My. God. They were outSTANDing!!!! I knew all the songs they played (they're from Rent, d'uh!). I clapped several times, I laughed several times, I cheered, and shouted and hummed along. And as soon as they hit the last note, the whole stadium erupted into applause! I jumped to my feet cheering, screaming, clapping! it was incredible! they had the whole stadium rocking! It blew my socks off, just as ALCMDPP promised me it would.

then came the presentation of the trophies. ALCMDPP and I made our way to the opposite bleachers to hang with the kids in his old band. I got to watch one band group, named the Eagles, do a cheer on the bleachers screaming about, at one point, shaking thier tailfeathers. And they did. And then we sat in the bleachers in the midst of the other band. Yes, Uncle Polt managed to see up close a number of hot young men shaking thier asses in this general direction and then sit surrounded by other hot young men, sweaty, cheering, all wound up...and yet my head did not explode. I was rather proud of myself.

We left a bit early to beat the traffic. And even though it was after 10, we decided to go to Fridays for beers and some snacks. And so we did (after one of my patented "Uncle Polt Shortcuts". Ask Ghostie about those, he's got several stories). After comsuming the food, we left and came back to out respective homes, a fun and enjoyable night had by both of us.

Naturally, i have some photos from the evening!

This is the B that got written on the back of my hand by the band parent that we scammed to get in for free.

This is the back of ALCMDPP, lost inside the school.

















This is me in the bathroom...a boys bathroom...a high school boys bathroom....thank God it's NOT while school's in...bad things could happen.
Okay, this is really fuzzy, but it's taking place like on the other side of the field. It's of these three guys during a performance. The middle guy, in red, was Asian. he came out in leather, looking kinda S&M-ey, cause their whole performance was about the Roman empire. And later, they had sword fights, and the one guy in white got to die twice. It was cool. And the Asian guy was cute.
This is a cute percussionist for one of the bands.
This is ALCMDPP's old band performing. they did well, but didn't get first place.
This is the Shepard University band doing Rent.
Two hot Shepard University band guys.
The eats we had at Friday's after all the festivities.

















POLT

Listening to the Steelers-Broncos game on tv

His belly up, then he stops...

Freddie called me yesterday. Neville, his cornsnake, was dead. Freddie found him belly up in the aqaurium. Freddie did know why he died (frankly, I think he died of embarrassement when he found out was his name was), but since Freddie had him less than a week, he was going to call the pet shop. And later in the day, he called me again, to tell me he had gotten another snake that looks just like Neville. But he didn't name this one Neville Two, or Nigel, or something like that. No, he named it Hagrid.

*SIGH*

Neville, rest in peace.


(okay, so he's not technically belly up...but it's the best I could do with the photo I had)

POLT

Listening to "Stronger" by Kanye West

Let's get unconscious honey (Part 70)...

Unconscious Mutterings

These come from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/

I say ... and you think ... ?

Las Vegas :: Gambling
Linus :: Lucy
Struck :: Love
Movie :: Theater
Anxious :: Nail biting
Bandit :: Thief
Picks :: Nose
Lasso :: Wonder Woman
Dinner :: Diner
Bargain :: Basement

POLT Oil: 86.61 (-1.74); gas: 2.84 (+.01)

Listening to nothing but the fan running

My baby's got a secret (Part 43)...

Secret Saturdays

These all come from http://postsecret.blogspot.com/








POLT Oil: 88.35 (-.10); Gas: 2.83 (+.01)


Listening to nothing, as I just got home and am on the way directly to bed.