And let's not forget, Craiggers, that traditionally, the 5th year anniversary gift is....wait for it....WOOD. I'll be happy to give my gift of that to you the next time we meet in person.
HUGS...
Thursday, March 31, 2011
An anniversary of an uninteresting event....
Today, March 31, is the 5 year anniversary of my first comment left of Craigger's Puntabulous blog! See the first comment HERE. Five whole years! Who knew something so long, and meaningful would start with something so small and seemingly insignificant?
Craiggers, it's been a great 5 years, wherein, I met you twice, you got all the rest of the dancing monkey's formed into the Puntabupeeps, I've gotten an amazing midnight "Jus' a lil bit TIPsy" phone call, I was proud to be a driving factor in your post that recieved 600 comments. Ahhh, those were the days.
And let's not forget, Craiggers, that traditionally, the 5th year anniversary gift is....wait for it....WOOD. I'll be happy to give my gift of that to you the next time we meet in person.
HUGS...
And let's not forget, Craiggers, that traditionally, the 5th year anniversary gift is....wait for it....WOOD. I'll be happy to give my gift of that to you the next time we meet in person.
HUGS...
A people, a tongue and a nation (part 18)...
Luscious Licks
Yeah, the tongue's the point of this post, but who can miss the pecs, nipples and biceps? Wowza.
POLT
Rita Hayworth, gave good face (Part 10)...
Fetching Faces
I'm not much on facial hair, despite my own goatee. However, if it's a cute twink like this guy, and the beard's as sexy as this one, yeah, I'm all for it.
POLT
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Getcher pants off the ground....
My pants are too short. When I put them on, I thought they mighta been, but wasn't sure. Every time I looked down at them, of course, the pants would go lower. So I thought they may be too short, but whatever.
But then today at work, a coworker, who enjoys doing such things, pointed out to me, in a smart-assed way, about my "high waders". And I realized they indeed were too short.
I couldn't figure out why they were short. I'd had them for a few years, and they used to fit. I'd expect my waist size to change but not my inseam. Smart-assed co-worker (who is really a good guy, we harrass each other all the time) and I discussed this for a bit and I said they used to fit. So I put them down to where I used to wear them and the length was perfect. What I figured out happened was, before, I wore them lower, under my belly, and they fit. Now that I lost weight, if I wore them there, I'd de sagging. And drooping. And they'd be falling to my knees. So I hike them up a bit higher and they fit my waist now. But the length is all screwy.
Who knew that in losing weight, I'd end up screwing with the inseam of my jeans?
POLT
But then today at work, a coworker, who enjoys doing such things, pointed out to me, in a smart-assed way, about my "high waders". And I realized they indeed were too short.
I couldn't figure out why they were short. I'd had them for a few years, and they used to fit. I'd expect my waist size to change but not my inseam. Smart-assed co-worker (who is really a good guy, we harrass each other all the time) and I discussed this for a bit and I said they used to fit. So I put them down to where I used to wear them and the length was perfect. What I figured out happened was, before, I wore them lower, under my belly, and they fit. Now that I lost weight, if I wore them there, I'd de sagging. And drooping. And they'd be falling to my knees. So I hike them up a bit higher and they fit my waist now. But the length is all screwy.
Who knew that in losing weight, I'd end up screwing with the inseam of my jeans?
POLT
Cut thier hair short, wear shirts and boots (Part 168)...
Wifebeater Wednesday
This week's theme: Wifebeater Gymnasts.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Blues has done spread rocks in my bed....
Hey, ya'll that's my bed!!!
Unfortunately, that's NOT what I have laying on my bed.
POLT
Unfortunately, that's NOT what I have laying on my bed.
POLT
The back of your hand somewhere on my behind (Part 54)...
Tooshie Tuesdays
This week's theme: Tooshies With Shirts.
And I'll take two of the last one, please. Super-sized! With a Coke.
POLT
Monday, March 28, 2011
Oh what a day, what a day we've had.....
So, what did I do on my Monday off today? Well, I'll tell you, thanks for asking.
Got up at 8:45. Harvested my crops (don't judge) and planted more. Then, I showered, dressed and headed out the door. I went to Hagerstown to my doctor's appointment. The good news is I'm still HIV Negative (YAY!). The other news is my blood pressure, cholesterel, triglycerides, etc, are all doing well. The bad news is my A1C was 9.9, when its supposed to be under 6. And it's gotten worse since last time. So other my diabetes getting worse, it's all good.
After this, I went to Wal-Mart here in town and bought a pair of gloves. My current pair were wearing out and I thought I could find some now on sale, which I did. As well as a belt.
I dropped some money off at the Credit Union, then bought all my cards for April at the Hallmark store, and then went to the Post Office to mail a few things. Since I'd had no breakfast, I went to Montezuma's and had an early lunch. And there was a feast for my eyes as well with the wait staff they have there.
Then I stopped by mom's but she wasn't home. I let the dog out and read the paper and then came home. And when I got back, it was just 12:30. Did more this morning than I usually do all day. So I putzed around here again doing a load of laundry.
Right around 4:00, mom called and said she was going to Hagerstown for some things, did I want to go along? Well, what else was I doing? So I said sure. And so, off we went. She needed to go to Bed Bath & Beyond. I walked down to Borders. I was just intending to browse around. I should have known better. I ended up buying two books. That I of course did not need, but whatever. Then I walked back to BB&B and met up with her. I couldn't believe that I got finished in a bookstore before she got finished in there, but she's never claimed to be a quick shopper.
Then we went to Wal-Mart there in Hagerstown. She just needed a few things, that I helped her get. And then together we went to Sams where I just needed to get a few things. Following this, we ate at Ci-Ci's. Unlimited pizza buffet and Coke really isn't good for my diabetic status, but what can ya do? If Mama Polt wants Ci-Ci's Mama Polt gets Ci-Ci's.
And following this, I came home and have been hanging out here. Yeah, not terribly exciting, I know. But I've done a lot today, and found out I'm still HIV negative, so it can't be THAT bad of a day.
POLT
Got up at 8:45. Harvested my crops (don't judge) and planted more. Then, I showered, dressed and headed out the door. I went to Hagerstown to my doctor's appointment. The good news is I'm still HIV Negative (YAY!). The other news is my blood pressure, cholesterel, triglycerides, etc, are all doing well. The bad news is my A1C was 9.9, when its supposed to be under 6. And it's gotten worse since last time. So other my diabetes getting worse, it's all good.
After this, I went to Wal-Mart here in town and bought a pair of gloves. My current pair were wearing out and I thought I could find some now on sale, which I did. As well as a belt.
I dropped some money off at the Credit Union, then bought all my cards for April at the Hallmark store, and then went to the Post Office to mail a few things. Since I'd had no breakfast, I went to Montezuma's and had an early lunch. And there was a feast for my eyes as well with the wait staff they have there.
Then I stopped by mom's but she wasn't home. I let the dog out and read the paper and then came home. And when I got back, it was just 12:30. Did more this morning than I usually do all day. So I putzed around here again doing a load of laundry.
Right around 4:00, mom called and said she was going to Hagerstown for some things, did I want to go along? Well, what else was I doing? So I said sure. And so, off we went. She needed to go to Bed Bath & Beyond. I walked down to Borders. I was just intending to browse around. I should have known better. I ended up buying two books. That I of course did not need, but whatever. Then I walked back to BB&B and met up with her. I couldn't believe that I got finished in a bookstore before she got finished in there, but she's never claimed to be a quick shopper.
Then we went to Wal-Mart there in Hagerstown. She just needed a few things, that I helped her get. And then together we went to Sams where I just needed to get a few things. Following this, we ate at Ci-Ci's. Unlimited pizza buffet and Coke really isn't good for my diabetic status, but what can ya do? If Mama Polt wants Ci-Ci's Mama Polt gets Ci-Ci's.
And following this, I came home and have been hanging out here. Yeah, not terribly exciting, I know. But I've done a lot today, and found out I'm still HIV negative, so it can't be THAT bad of a day.
POLT
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 297)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
Because of Blogger still being a lil whiney bitch and not spacing things out like they're supposed to, there's no theme this week, just randomness.
POLT
Sunday, March 27, 2011
I see your true colors (Part 5)...
The Orange Poll closed last night, and the winner joins the previous winners:
"Goodbye Yellow Brick Road", by Elton John
"99 Red Balloons", by Nena
"Purple People Eater" by Sheb Wooley
And to this list, we add:
"Orange Crush" by R.E.M.
And now, onto our next poll: the White Poll!
White Christmas, by Bing Crosby
Dirty White Boy, by Foreigner
White Rabbit, by Jefferson Airplane
White Wedding, by Billy Idol
Pretty Fly For A White Guy, By The Offspring
Don't forget to vote for the song itself and not the lyrics. And tell your friends to stop by and cast their vote as well.!
POLT
"Goodbye Yellow Brick Road", by Elton John
"99 Red Balloons", by Nena
"Purple People Eater" by Sheb Wooley
And to this list, we add:
"Orange Crush" by R.E.M.
And now, onto our next poll: the White Poll!
White Christmas, by Bing Crosby
Dirty White Boy, by Foreigner
White Rabbit, by Jefferson Airplane
White Wedding, by Billy Idol
Pretty Fly For A White Guy, By The Offspring
Don't forget to vote for the song itself and not the lyrics. And tell your friends to stop by and cast their vote as well.!
POLT
Okay, so after putzing around with my acocunt on Blogger, I discovered I was still using the 'old' updater here, instead of the new one. I didn't even know there WAS a new one!
So here I started a new paragraph, let's see if this 'new' updater can help with my spacing issues.
And here's another paragraph. Let's hope this work, cause otherwise, i got no idea why it's gone all wonky.
UPDATE: Yep, that seems to have fixed everything. Okay, then, on with the show.
POLT
So here I started a new paragraph, let's see if this 'new' updater can help with my spacing issues.
And here's another paragraph. Let's hope this work, cause otherwise, i got no idea why it's gone all wonky.
UPDATE: Yep, that seems to have fixed everything. Okay, then, on with the show.
POLT
Drive my mini-Cooper and I'm feeling super-dooper (Part 120)...
Superman Sundays
Pretty Superman. Very pretty. 
POLT
Not sure why, but Blogger seems to be taking a shit and acting all fucking retarded and won't let me put any spaces in the post anywhere. See, I just started a new paragraph, but when I publish this, it'll all run together. And this is another new paragraph, we'll see if this is the way it turns out or not. I don't have any idea why Blogger's being like a bitch on the rag today, but there you have it. And it you DO see all these sentences seperated by lines, well then, obviously the issue lies with me, the operator, and not Blogger itself. POLT
Let's get unconscious, honey (Part 251)...
Unconscious Mutterings
These come each week from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/ I say ... and you think ... ? Reccomendation :: Advise Toilet paper :: Necessity Scissors :: Cut Blaze :: Fire Frame :: Picture Process :: Handle Flight :: Airplane Irish :: St. Patrick's Day Glasses :: Bifcocals Campaign :: Presidential POLT
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Like your old stuff, art ain't easy....
There's an inscription in the concrete surrounding the chimney in my attic that reads, "PF Whitlock, March 23, 1906". That chimney's been out of use for years, but it was put in when the house was built, which was sometime during the Spring of 1906. I dont know for certain, of course, but since I first saw that inscription, I've just used that date as the date thay my house was completed. So, as of yesterday, my house turned 105 years old. Wow.
It got me thinking about other old stuff in my house. Not so much things OF the house, but things I brought with me. And I got some photos of some them.
First, there's this little trinket/souvenir. When I was in Europe in 1984, specifically Pisa, Italy, I bought this chincey replica. And it's still around. 27 years is old for a piece of crap piece of memorabilia, right?
Ignore all the assorted crap on the table, the important thing is the table itself. I have no idea how old the table is, it belonged to my grandmother. My dad did his homework at it as a child and even carved his initals into it one night. The table's been repaired but you can still see where they were. The table probably from the 1920's, maybe even earlier, but eighty couple years is old for a table.
This is my grandmother's rocker. Everytime I think of her, I see her sitting right in this. Teh upolstery is newer, about 20 years old, but the rocker itself is easily 90 years old, or more.
This is my dad's teddy bear, so it's just slightly older than 70 years old. Dad said it used to have eyes, but they came off years ago, and if you look, you can see some stiching that my mom did to repair it sometime inthe 1980s. But he's still a good looking teddy for 70.
This clock was my grandmother's as well. As she sat in her rocker, this clock was on a large boxy floor console radio beside her. Huge honking thing it was. But the clock was atop it, dinging out every hour on the hour, as well as different dings every 15 minutes. Noisy bastard, actually. And I'm guessing it's age to be comparable to the rocker and table.
When I moved out the parents' house into the apartment in 1997, Mom went out and bought me a bunch of stuff she thought every place needed. This, apparently, includes a box of salt big enough to kill a small mammal with if you hit it. And now, 14 years later, I STILL have that same box of salt. Oh, there's under half a box left, but I clearly don't use much salt as she thought I would. And I'm not real concerned about continuing to use it, cause people use salt to preserve other foods. Certainly salt can't go bad, can it? Even 14 year old salt?
The bed frame here is the one I used as a child, so that make it roughly 40 years old. Not the pillows, sheets, mattress or hat, just the headboard and frame. And I used that probably up until my teen years when I graduated to a double bed. But this frame is still in use in my spare room. And apparently there's nothing wrong with it, cause both Dave S. and Tam have slept on it (seperately) and lived to tell the tale.
As I mentioned above, Mom bought a LOT of 'necessities' when I moved out, and that includes these three: Baby Powder, Baby Oil and Q-Tips. I feel pretty certain in saying, that with the number of Q-Tips I've used in the last 14 years, there will be several hundred Q-Tips still in that packet when I'm lowered into the ground. Then they will a problem for my heirs.
In 1976, my parents got new furniture for the living room, including this horrendously upolstered chair and matching love seat. Oh God, they were both just hideous and en embarrassment even by the standards of the 1970s. What's even more embarrassing, I suppose, is that I still have this piece of 70's fashion sense in my bedroom. The love seat went to my cousin 20 years ago, and after being used by two stepsons in a playroom area for several years, is now somewhere in a landfill in Chambersburg PA. I feel the chair should be there too, but it's so ugly, I'd feel bad disposing of it. So a 35 year old chair that even the Brady Bunch would turn down sits in my house.
It's 1995. I'm hitting the local gay bar every Saturday night getting my groove (such that it is) on. And vests are all the rage, especially in gay cirlces (or at least the gay circles in Western Maryland). I have no vests. And certainly none appropriate for the thriving gay scene in Hagerstown Maryland. So, with Mom, I pick out this particular fabrics (rainbow colors, but not screamingly gay) and she makes me this vest. And I wore the HELL outta this thing. Not every Saturday, but damn near. And I ALWAYS got compliments on it, people wanting to know where I got it. Not sure why I still have it, cause I haven't worn a vest in at least 10 years. But I'm holding onto this 16 year old piece of clothing anyway.
In 1982, in the midst of Middle School, a group of friends and I started playing Dungeons & Dragons. And yes, it was just as geeky then as you think it is now. Nonetheless, I remember my excitement when I forked out my somewhat hard earned allowance to buy this baby at the local Waldenbooks. I have comic books that I bought off the shelf older than this, and I bought several 'children's' books prior to this. But this nearly 30 year old tome may just be the very first book I ever purchased.
My parents had my baby shoes bronzed and turned into bookends. They've always been in my room/apartment/house, but strangely, I've never used them as bookends. The shoes are 42-43 years old I'd imagine, I don't know how old the bookends are. Let's say 38-40 years old.
My iPod. It's on it's last legs, just barely hanging in there, but I've never had a lick of problem with it, and I got it for Christmas in 2004. An iPod over 6 years old is pretty spiffy, eh?
These are known affectionally as my "Fuck Boxers". Over time it's seemed that whenever I've worn them, and been on the lookout for sex, sex has found me. Certainly not every time, but I've gotten more nookie when wearing these than with any other pair of undies I've ever owned. And I've been having this luck with them since before I moved into the apartment, cause they got the name when I was till living at home. But I haven't used them in a long time because it's easier to find gentlemen of a similar mind online and when I'm trolling the Internet for hookups, I don't need to have ANY underwear on. Still, though, who else would have almost 20 year underwear in their possession?
And if we're gonna talk old, aged, and damn near infirm and senile, well we gotta include me. All 43 years of aged me.
I'm not the oldest thing in the house, but damn if I don't feel like I am sometimes.
POLT
It got me thinking about other old stuff in my house. Not so much things OF the house, but things I brought with me. And I got some photos of some them.
First, there's this little trinket/souvenir. When I was in Europe in 1984, specifically Pisa, Italy, I bought this chincey replica. And it's still around. 27 years is old for a piece of crap piece of memorabilia, right?
Ignore all the assorted crap on the table, the important thing is the table itself. I have no idea how old the table is, it belonged to my grandmother. My dad did his homework at it as a child and even carved his initals into it one night. The table's been repaired but you can still see where they were. The table probably from the 1920's, maybe even earlier, but eighty couple years is old for a table.
This is my grandmother's rocker. Everytime I think of her, I see her sitting right in this. Teh upolstery is newer, about 20 years old, but the rocker itself is easily 90 years old, or more.
This is my dad's teddy bear, so it's just slightly older than 70 years old. Dad said it used to have eyes, but they came off years ago, and if you look, you can see some stiching that my mom did to repair it sometime inthe 1980s. But he's still a good looking teddy for 70.
This clock was my grandmother's as well. As she sat in her rocker, this clock was on a large boxy floor console radio beside her. Huge honking thing it was. But the clock was atop it, dinging out every hour on the hour, as well as different dings every 15 minutes. Noisy bastard, actually. And I'm guessing it's age to be comparable to the rocker and table.
When I moved out the parents' house into the apartment in 1997, Mom went out and bought me a bunch of stuff she thought every place needed. This, apparently, includes a box of salt big enough to kill a small mammal with if you hit it. And now, 14 years later, I STILL have that same box of salt. Oh, there's under half a box left, but I clearly don't use much salt as she thought I would. And I'm not real concerned about continuing to use it, cause people use salt to preserve other foods. Certainly salt can't go bad, can it? Even 14 year old salt?
The bed frame here is the one I used as a child, so that make it roughly 40 years old. Not the pillows, sheets, mattress or hat, just the headboard and frame. And I used that probably up until my teen years when I graduated to a double bed. But this frame is still in use in my spare room. And apparently there's nothing wrong with it, cause both Dave S. and Tam have slept on it (seperately) and lived to tell the tale.
As I mentioned above, Mom bought a LOT of 'necessities' when I moved out, and that includes these three: Baby Powder, Baby Oil and Q-Tips. I feel pretty certain in saying, that with the number of Q-Tips I've used in the last 14 years, there will be several hundred Q-Tips still in that packet when I'm lowered into the ground. Then they will a problem for my heirs.
In 1976, my parents got new furniture for the living room, including this horrendously upolstered chair and matching love seat. Oh God, they were both just hideous and en embarrassment even by the standards of the 1970s. What's even more embarrassing, I suppose, is that I still have this piece of 70's fashion sense in my bedroom. The love seat went to my cousin 20 years ago, and after being used by two stepsons in a playroom area for several years, is now somewhere in a landfill in Chambersburg PA. I feel the chair should be there too, but it's so ugly, I'd feel bad disposing of it. So a 35 year old chair that even the Brady Bunch would turn down sits in my house.
It's 1995. I'm hitting the local gay bar every Saturday night getting my groove (such that it is) on. And vests are all the rage, especially in gay cirlces (or at least the gay circles in Western Maryland). I have no vests. And certainly none appropriate for the thriving gay scene in Hagerstown Maryland. So, with Mom, I pick out this particular fabrics (rainbow colors, but not screamingly gay) and she makes me this vest. And I wore the HELL outta this thing. Not every Saturday, but damn near. And I ALWAYS got compliments on it, people wanting to know where I got it. Not sure why I still have it, cause I haven't worn a vest in at least 10 years. But I'm holding onto this 16 year old piece of clothing anyway.
In 1982, in the midst of Middle School, a group of friends and I started playing Dungeons & Dragons. And yes, it was just as geeky then as you think it is now. Nonetheless, I remember my excitement when I forked out my somewhat hard earned allowance to buy this baby at the local Waldenbooks. I have comic books that I bought off the shelf older than this, and I bought several 'children's' books prior to this. But this nearly 30 year old tome may just be the very first book I ever purchased.
My parents had my baby shoes bronzed and turned into bookends. They've always been in my room/apartment/house, but strangely, I've never used them as bookends. The shoes are 42-43 years old I'd imagine, I don't know how old the bookends are. Let's say 38-40 years old.
My iPod. It's on it's last legs, just barely hanging in there, but I've never had a lick of problem with it, and I got it for Christmas in 2004. An iPod over 6 years old is pretty spiffy, eh?
These are known affectionally as my "Fuck Boxers". Over time it's seemed that whenever I've worn them, and been on the lookout for sex, sex has found me. Certainly not every time, but I've gotten more nookie when wearing these than with any other pair of undies I've ever owned. And I've been having this luck with them since before I moved into the apartment, cause they got the name when I was till living at home. But I haven't used them in a long time because it's easier to find gentlemen of a similar mind online and when I'm trolling the Internet for hookups, I don't need to have ANY underwear on. Still, though, who else would have almost 20 year underwear in their possession?
And if we're gonna talk old, aged, and damn near infirm and senile, well we gotta include me. All 43 years of aged me.
I'm not the oldest thing in the house, but damn if I don't feel like I am sometimes.
POLT
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Cut thier hair, wear shirts and boots (Part 167)...
Wife Beater Wednesdays
Again with this week's theme: Celebrity Wifebeaters.Josh Harnett
LL Cook J
Zach Randall (porn star)
POLT
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
The back of your hand somewhere on my behind (Part 53)...
Tooshie Tuesdays
Continuing this week's theme: Celebrity Tooshies.Ryan Reynolds
Levi Johnson
Lenny Kravitz
POLT
Monday, March 21, 2011
I'm alive, so alive....
It's ALIVE!!!!
Like Lazarus rising from the dead, my iPod is back! Yeah, I left it just sit and the battery run out. I plugging it in this morning and this afternoon, when I went on a walk to pay for and pick up my car, it was all ready and raring to go!
On the walk, it did skip in the middle of a song and go right to the next one, but it kept on playing. Clearly, it's on it's last legs, but it's not dead yet.
No rush to get an iPhone now, but the writing's on the wall, as they say. Nonetheless, at least I can still walk and listen to music for the time being.
POLT
Like Lazarus rising from the dead, my iPod is back! Yeah, I left it just sit and the battery run out. I plugging it in this morning and this afternoon, when I went on a walk to pay for and pick up my car, it was all ready and raring to go!
On the walk, it did skip in the middle of a song and go right to the next one, but it kept on playing. Clearly, it's on it's last legs, but it's not dead yet.
No rush to get an iPhone now, but the writing's on the wall, as they say. Nonetheless, at least I can still walk and listen to music for the time being.
POLT
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 296)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
This week's theme: Hot Shirtless Celebrities! (And as a further defining of the theme, they all happen to be black singing Hot Shirtless Celebrities!)Lil Wayne
Kanye West
Chris Brown
50 Cent
Nelly
Tupac
Usher
POLT
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