Here it is, kids, The 2011 Polt's Palace Official Christmas Video!!!
It's chock full of fun, frivolity, and cameos! Enjoy, and be sure to comment!
POLT
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Go go, go Johnny go, go go...Johnny be good....
So last night, Johnnie came by for a visit. He was back from Philly visiting his family for the holidays. We went out to eat at Montezumas (YUM!) and he did an incredibly evil thing. On it tablet, he was showing me Angry Birds....and now I'm addicted. So much so that I've got the app on my iPhone and even paid 99 cents for it. I hate myself.
But Johnnie was looking good, and he had a beard, which was something, cause he's never someone I ever thought of as being able to grow facial hair. Although upon further inspection, I realized it was kinda patchy and obviously just there cause he didn't feel like shaving for two weeks, not because he was consciously growing a beard. And he confirmed that assessment.
He's submitted his thesis, so after he "defends" (?) it and goes through a graduation ceremony, he will be a Doctor. Doctor Johnnie. Now I just have to wait for him to call me and tell me he's sick and I can call him Dr. Johnnie Fever!!!! (Here's the link for all of those of you under 35 who have no idea what I'm talking about. Go ahead, check it out, I'll wait)
It's crazy to think that Johnnie, little Johnnie, MY lil Johnnie is gonna be a Doctor. Not a medical one, no, but a Doctor nonetheless. He'll have a PhD to hang on his wall. He's got a job at a college in Chicago, doing what he's doing now, but making more money. So that's good, but Chicago's quite a bit more distant than Philly, so I don't know when I'll see him again. Which is sad. But there's phones and email and stuff. And we only really saw each other at Christmas anyway.
I tried to get out of him what he acutally does. And he told me, but after the first words "I research Pharmaceutical proteins..." everything else was words I had never heard before and couldn't comprehend. Apparently its something about research into which proteins help which pharmaceuticals do thier jobs better. Or something like that. Whatever it is, it's YEARS beyond anything my mind can comprehend. He showed me, on the tablet, one of the proteins he was working on. It looked like a 3D picture of a small pile of different streamers and confetti. So yeah, I got no idea. I just have to take it at face value that what he's saying actually makes sense.
But we didnt' discuss just this high-falutin' stuff. We talked football, politics, society in general, Kris, the religion he converted to (Ba'Hai....or something like that), and his future. And of course, Angry Birds. A really good time, as usual.
So, yeah, I've no idea when I'll see him again, but I know he's really gonna go somewhere and do something important. And I'll be able to say, "I knew him when. Back when he was a shy backward sixteen year old that just moved to the area and had no friends."
POLT
But Johnnie was looking good, and he had a beard, which was something, cause he's never someone I ever thought of as being able to grow facial hair. Although upon further inspection, I realized it was kinda patchy and obviously just there cause he didn't feel like shaving for two weeks, not because he was consciously growing a beard. And he confirmed that assessment.
He's submitted his thesis, so after he "defends" (?) it and goes through a graduation ceremony, he will be a Doctor. Doctor Johnnie. Now I just have to wait for him to call me and tell me he's sick and I can call him Dr. Johnnie Fever!!!! (Here's the link for all of those of you under 35 who have no idea what I'm talking about. Go ahead, check it out, I'll wait)
It's crazy to think that Johnnie, little Johnnie, MY lil Johnnie is gonna be a Doctor. Not a medical one, no, but a Doctor nonetheless. He'll have a PhD to hang on his wall. He's got a job at a college in Chicago, doing what he's doing now, but making more money. So that's good, but Chicago's quite a bit more distant than Philly, so I don't know when I'll see him again. Which is sad. But there's phones and email and stuff. And we only really saw each other at Christmas anyway.
I tried to get out of him what he acutally does. And he told me, but after the first words "I research Pharmaceutical proteins..." everything else was words I had never heard before and couldn't comprehend. Apparently its something about research into which proteins help which pharmaceuticals do thier jobs better. Or something like that. Whatever it is, it's YEARS beyond anything my mind can comprehend. He showed me, on the tablet, one of the proteins he was working on. It looked like a 3D picture of a small pile of different streamers and confetti. So yeah, I got no idea. I just have to take it at face value that what he's saying actually makes sense.
But we didnt' discuss just this high-falutin' stuff. We talked football, politics, society in general, Kris, the religion he converted to (Ba'Hai....or something like that), and his future. And of course, Angry Birds. A really good time, as usual.
So, yeah, I've no idea when I'll see him again, but I know he's really gonna go somewhere and do something important. And I'll be able to say, "I knew him when. Back when he was a shy backward sixteen year old that just moved to the area and had no friends."
POLT
My baby's got a secret (Part 142)...
Secret Saturdays
This week, no theme again, just randomness.
POLT
Friday, December 30, 2011
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me (Part 300)...
Frenching Fridays
This week's theme: Neck Kisses.
POLT
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
About to hurt them, like a tagteam (Part 9)...
Sport Or Sex?
Is this just one buddy helping a teammate properly adjust his undergear, or is the pregame festivities to a bout of Mano-a-Mano Teh Buttsechs?
POLT
Cut their hair short, wear shirts, and boots (Part 205)...
Wife Beater Wednesdays
This week's theme: WifeBeater Self-Pics From The Gym.
POLT
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
My legacy, my gift and my curse...
So how was the Polt Christmas? Well, coulda been better truthfully. Waking up with Kris, and the morning bedtimesexxyfun were great. Three plate-fulls of Mama Polt's homemade Christmas dinner, yum! Opening some Christmas gifts and giving Kris his. Cuddling on the couch and watching Hercules with Kris. Yeah, good times.
After I took Kris home though, I kinda had an anxiety attack followed by a minor meltdown. And a virus on the laptop. yay. But after some crying and talking things over with mom, all was well. Still, not the best time I've ever had.
But I've got pics from the day:
After I took Kris home though, I kinda had an anxiety attack followed by a minor meltdown. And a virus on the laptop. yay. But after some crying and talking things over with mom, all was well. Still, not the best time I've ever had.
But I've got pics from the day:
I got Angel a stocking full of purple dog toys. This is her surrounded by them, after she drug them all out and spread them all around.
While I ate lunch, I had to deal with this....this...this look. And an occasional whine and whimper. *SIGH* It's like we never feed her anything.
As the afternoon progressed, it became clear she preferred the Christmas Bear the best, cause she carried it around with her all the time.
Tell me, honestly, how could you look at this smile and NOT smile yourself?
So FDot sent me this, which unfortunately is not the real Puck. And it's not a shirtless Taylor Lautner cutout. But on the plus side, it's not a Rachel Berry cutout either. Ah, FDot, he knows me so well.
Craiggers sent me this Superman wrist band, which I shall wear proudly, AND the t-shirt, which still applies even if you read it online.
Tam sent me this awesome Dallas Cowboy garden gnome and book on Comic book trivia and stuff. Good fun!
Adam Sullens, even though he's a prick, sent me a bag of lump of coal candy, a bag of bubble bath (?) and the Penis Pokey book. Which is too small, but the thought is appreciated.
Mama Polt got me all this: calenders, Christmas ornaments, Dallas Cowboys tin with snacky stuff inside, and a box of sugarfree chocolates. Nice.
But really, the best Christmas present of the year, was without a doubt, Kris, spending the night.
POLT
The back of your hand somewhere on my behind (Part 92)...
Tooshie Tuesdays
(on Tuesdays)
This week's theme: Tooshies In Black And White
POLT
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 335)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
(on Tuesday)
This week's theme: Hot Shirtless Guys In Tuques.
POLT
Let's get unconscious, honey (Part 290)...
UNCONSCIOUS MUTTERINGS
These come each week from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/
I say ... and you think ... ?
1.Elves :: Legolas
2.Holiday :: Vacation
3.Candles :: Flame
4.Family :: Large
5.Insight :: Thoughtful
6.Sleigh :: One Horse
7.Party :: Drunk
8.Weather :: Rainy
9.Presents :: Gifts
10.Misfit :: Mutants
POLT
Drive my mini-Cooper and I'm feeling super-dooper (Part 158)...
Superman Sundays
(on Tuesday)
Continuing the theme of Superman tattoos. I know this one's a bit hard to find, but check out the ass, you should be able to find it.
POLT
My baby's got a secret (Part 141)...
Secret Saturdays
(on Tuesday)
No theme again, just randomness.
POLT
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me (Part 299)...
Frenching Fridays
(on Tuesday)
This week no theme, just random.
POLT
Sunday, December 25, 2011
I know, kids, I haven't been posting much recently, but Uncle Polt's been busy. I'll catch up on everything soon. Right now, though, I'd really like to discuss something.
The. BEST. Christmas. Eve. EVAH!
It started by me getting up earlier than usual, like at 6:45, because I wanted to leave work a bit early. And thus, I did get to work early and leave early. Work itself wasn't too bad. Not real busy, but busy enough. And just like last year, this year, I bought pizza for all my coworkers and had them delivered for lunch. This year, though, I was at work, so I could enjoy the pizza myself.
After work, I went to Kris' work to pick him up. Once I got there I texted him. At which point, he texted me back that since they were so insanely busy, they weren't closing at 3, as planned, but they were closing at 5 instead. He said I could come inside at wait. but instead I went to the used book store and browsed around for like 45 minutes of so, finding only two books I wanted to buy. But still had a good time wasting the time. Then I went to the grocery store to pick up some things that I needed, including something or us for breakfast.
Then I went back and waited at his restaurant. When he finally got everything wrapped up, it was closer to 6 than 5, but I had my iPhone and wasting time just roaming around on there. So when he finally came out, we kissed out hellos and made our made home, stopping only on the way to get a pizza.
Upon getting here, we ate the pizza, watched the Cowboys lose miserably to the Eagles and then went to bed from some bedtimesexxyfun. Following that, and a shower, we came back downstairs, each had a beer and settled in for my Christmas Eve tradition. We first watched the Christmas episode of " My So-Called Life" which every year makes me cry. And so I did this year. And then, as a cheer my up, like every year, we watched "Year Without A Santa Claus", during which I sang nearly every song, and Kris laughed.
Also at some time during the night, we laid in bed and watched videos on my iPhone and watched some stuff on the laptop downstairs. And Kris opened the gift I got him of a book. And then we went to bed again and cuddled for a short while before turning out the light and going to sleep.
It may not sound like a whole lot, but it was truly my best Christmas Eve ever. Because, in all my 44 years, I have never spent a Christmas Eve, and woke up on Christmas Day, next to someone I loved. Oh sure when I lived at home, I spent Christmas Eve with my parents. And in the apartment, Ag spent several Christmas Eve's in my apartment watching TV and such. And on several Christmases I was dating someone, but for various reasons we never got together then. So it was truly a great Christmas Eve.
Christmas itself was a smidge of a letdown, but that's a post for another day. As they say, better late than never, so finally, after 44 years, I had the Christmas Eve I always wanted.
POLT
The. BEST. Christmas. Eve. EVAH!
It started by me getting up earlier than usual, like at 6:45, because I wanted to leave work a bit early. And thus, I did get to work early and leave early. Work itself wasn't too bad. Not real busy, but busy enough. And just like last year, this year, I bought pizza for all my coworkers and had them delivered for lunch. This year, though, I was at work, so I could enjoy the pizza myself.
After work, I went to Kris' work to pick him up. Once I got there I texted him. At which point, he texted me back that since they were so insanely busy, they weren't closing at 3, as planned, but they were closing at 5 instead. He said I could come inside at wait. but instead I went to the used book store and browsed around for like 45 minutes of so, finding only two books I wanted to buy. But still had a good time wasting the time. Then I went to the grocery store to pick up some things that I needed, including something or us for breakfast.
Then I went back and waited at his restaurant. When he finally got everything wrapped up, it was closer to 6 than 5, but I had my iPhone and wasting time just roaming around on there. So when he finally came out, we kissed out hellos and made our made home, stopping only on the way to get a pizza.
Upon getting here, we ate the pizza, watched the Cowboys lose miserably to the Eagles and then went to bed from some bedtimesexxyfun. Following that, and a shower, we came back downstairs, each had a beer and settled in for my Christmas Eve tradition. We first watched the Christmas episode of " My So-Called Life" which every year makes me cry. And so I did this year. And then, as a cheer my up, like every year, we watched "Year Without A Santa Claus", during which I sang nearly every song, and Kris laughed.
Also at some time during the night, we laid in bed and watched videos on my iPhone and watched some stuff on the laptop downstairs. And Kris opened the gift I got him of a book. And then we went to bed again and cuddled for a short while before turning out the light and going to sleep.
It may not sound like a whole lot, but it was truly my best Christmas Eve ever. Because, in all my 44 years, I have never spent a Christmas Eve, and woke up on Christmas Day, next to someone I loved. Oh sure when I lived at home, I spent Christmas Eve with my parents. And in the apartment, Ag spent several Christmas Eve's in my apartment watching TV and such. And on several Christmases I was dating someone, but for various reasons we never got together then. So it was truly a great Christmas Eve.
Christmas itself was a smidge of a letdown, but that's a post for another day. As they say, better late than never, so finally, after 44 years, I had the Christmas Eve I always wanted.
POLT
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Family Christmas time Well, well, well, well...
Last Saturday night we had our Family Christmas. Everyone was there, except for one uncle, although his wife was. A cousin, his wife and son Cory weren't supposed to be there, but they showed up surprising everyone. We had a lot of food, then I in my Santa hat and my cousin-in-law Tiffany in the elf ears hat I bought her last year, too care of handing out the gifts. All 5 of the young ones got gifts, and grandma got several. Most of the others of us got occassional gift certificates or the bags of candy/goodies and a homemade dishtowel from mom (she hands them out each and every year). Also, Mom and I did the skit she wanted to do this year: I Want A Hippotamous For Christmas. Mom had made herself a lil girl outfit, and she bought the doll, crocadile, rhino and hippo. Everyone, including us, laughed. And I took some photos.
POLT
Cory, a bit blurry.
I gave each of the kids one of these fish-shaped holders and filled them with the goldfish crackers. They were a big hit with all of the kids.
And this is how Cory ate all his very quickly. Ah, well, 13 year old boys do have quite the appetite.
This is all my Christmas gifts wrapped up and ready for opening. Well, two of them aren't there yet, as I still haven't wrapped them, but whatever.
This is mom as the Girl Who Wants A Hippopotamous.
My cousin-in-law Quinton, photographing me while being photographed.
Two of the little cousins, horsing around on the floor.
Grandma, my mom, my aunt and one uncle.
Me in the Santa Hat, Tiff in the elf ears hat.
POLT
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