depotguy's Blog - page 15

So for todays "date" we are trecking across 6 miles of rough, uneven frozen ice to get to the sea caves along madeline island. I would be supernaturaly pumped if it weren't for the fact that I have a morbid fear of falling through the ice. I fell through when I was in my early teens and that kind of sticks to you. I am choosing to view this as an opportunity to conquer my fears.

On another juicy tidbit...I met a gentleman last night (straight) who looked like a leaner version of christopher meloni. OMG I just googled him and he DOES look just like him. Easily one of the best looking men I have ever met. He was standing outside the bowling alley and he wanted to know if he and his buddy were making the gay guys nervous. I told him it was true. But he and his friend were the gayest guys in there so have fun. They laughed a lot at that. I got his number too. What a fun night.

I'll post some pictures of the caves when I get home.

ta ta

I've just come from the annual gay bowling event...or the fruit bowl as we call it. And yes you bitches I did break 100.

I wormed my way into a conversation with a gentleman I've had the hots for FOREVER and we have a date for tomorrow.

Oooooohh and I won a gift card for a chi chi spa in town. Pamper me ba be!

This is easily becoming the gayest blog I've ever written so I'm off to see Mr. Sandman.

Goodnight

Today was my last day at work.

This is the song to play in your head while reading this blog.

Riding on the city of new orleans
Illinois central monday morning rail

I am a lucky man. I have come to a place in my life where I accept the changes that life hands me, good or bad. I stop....breathe....and say "what lesson should I be learning now?" Then the hard part...I have to shut up long enough to hear the small quiet voice of truth that gets blocked out by all the noise of life.

fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
three conductors and twenty five bags of mail

So i don't have a sure picture of what lies ahead. The curve of the earth is strong. I have faith that a good thing is just over the horizon. Or perhaps not a good thing.....maybe an important thing. Maybe another lesson. In all of this, I am fine.

all along the south bound odyssey
the train pulls out of kankakee
rolls along past houses, farms and fields

A great teacher said "how do you know this is the experience you need? Because it is the experience you are having now. Now, yes, right now, is all we have. Yesterday is gone. I can do NOTHING to change that. The future? Regardless of how we try, we really cannot control it. Now is all I can live for.

passin trains that have no names
freight yards full of old black men
and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

I had an experience when I was 5 that shaped my every thought. My kindergarden class was chosen to ride the last passenger train that traveled through central wisconsin. I can remember every detail. This was 1967. By a cosmic coincidence I ended up sharing a seat with the conductor. He seemed ancient to me. It was his last trip. He told me that when he got off this train he didn't think he would ever ride a train again. He made me look him in the eye and he said "and thats O.K." He told me that life was a series of adventures and he was off to have a new one. He was teary eyed as he told me and I'm a little teary eyed remembering it. I remember the end of that week they burned the beautiful depot down for fireman practice.


Good morning America, How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 mile for the day is done

Turning the page........next?

I found the sweetest 16x16 limestone tiles today for my new kitchen. I LOVE laying tile. So damn excited.


When we (collective American we) took this continent from the native people, did we understand that they had no concept of land ownership? It was easy to get them to sign papers for something they could not conceive of owning. I ponder....


I am reading the best book. best.

This is the country road that leads to my farm




I hope to see some of you strolling down it one day.
You could wave!

Will anyone cast a judgmental sideways glance at me if I change my online name to smitten kitten (I suppose thats taken) and post rhapsidous soliliquies to VB's fluffy backside?

I've been practicing...

I think that I shall never see
buttocks as beautius as those on thee.

Well...it needs work, butt, you get the idea.

It's 11 am and I can't get out of bed.
Don't wanna
Don't hafta

And You can't make me.

So there!

There is a guy on this site who posts the same message OVER AND OVER. He says "nice pic, too bad it's fuzzy"

Has he ever stopped to wonder if he might need to get his eyes checked? No way...it can never be his fault!

Commenters......

Thoughts of some recently posted posterior pic's kept me toasty all the way to work this morning. The actual temp was minus 19.

Tight reminded me of the things we do when no one is around. When I am alone and the phone rings I say (while rolling my eyes)(and no one can see that...HA) "What fresh hell is this" in my best Tallulah Bankhead voice.

Had another showing today. Thanks for all the good thoughts.

I say in my best Emily Latella voice

"whats all this ruckus about Hog Humping." "Can't we just let these hogs hump in peace?"

People.....