Lucky

-A bottle of Mumm at just the right time.

-The prospect of a purple color.

-Taps and pats followed by a crosscheck.

-Wooden spoons that are safer than knives.

-Cast iron ovens and food to go in it.

-Down feathers on a Sunday morning.

-Being a small part of the Bernadette Peter's show.

-In instead of out of the law.

Thanks, Cooper, Mom, NY and Julia

Happy Friday all, I’m sitting on the couch with Cooper watching QVC, gosh I’m hooked.
First off, thanks for all the positivity on my last post, I feel your digital love!
Now onto more important things, Cooper to be exact. I’m spending the day at my parent’s house preparing for my Mother’s Birthday Dinner, an added bonus to this is chilling with Cooper, the most precious pup in the world. Right now he is laying against my leg waiting for a belly rub. He makes me smile no matter what my mood (and that sometimes takes a lot), so I dedicate this blog to the one and only Cooper!


Traver’s Weekend…blah…I’m officially out of town and won’t return until the madness ends. I’ll be spending the weekend in the city. I can’t wait, it’s been so long. I’m hoping to catch a show and chill out. I welcome any show recommendations.

I saw Julie and Julia last night, nice flick. Meryl Streep was genius (as per usual) and Amy Adams fell flat. I would rather have seen a movie with just Julia and no Julie. I need to dig out my “Art of French Cooking” book, I tried a recipe in High School and hid the book as my attempt at French cooking was unsuccessful, now that I have a bit more experience in the kitchen, I’m ready to cook with Julia once more.

Well that is all I have for now, peace possums!

What a month…

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. That’s the only word I can find to describe the last month. I find myself amazed at all the events which transpired over the last thirty or so days; the break-up, the drama, death, Cherless (I created a new word) perhaps a bit of loneliness. But the list of the bad does not compare to the good. Bear with me folks; I need to visually digest.
-Restoration; my mind and emotions were quite a mess and it feels great to have sorted most of it out. Some consider loneliness a bad thing, but it really makes you look at yourself; where you are now, where you were and where you want to go.
-Family; could they be anymore amazing. I haven’t always been the best son, brother or grandson, but to my family that doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. That is the true definition of unconditional love and for that I am grateful.
-Friends; could you have been anymore supportive and wonderful? I’m honored by your presence and constant support. True friends a diamond in the rough, lucky for me I have enough to rival Cartier.
-Truth; the truth always comes out. I’m grateful for that. The past month made me realize so much, both about myself and other people. The truth always conquers falsities.
-Renewal; there are some people out there who renewed my outlook on mankind. Thank you, the world doesn’t seem so bad after all.
-The Journey Home; home is a brilliant thing. Nothing beats it.
-Smiles; you only have so many minutes in a day but you can never have enough smiles to fill those minutes. The power of a smile is an amazing thing. Thanks to all those who have filled my life with smiles. In the end they always out number the frowns.

Perhaps a bit on the dramatic, but sometimes I feel the need to share. Peace and Love, it’s the only option.

Zero Weddings and a Funeral

Ugh, what a blucky day, gosh I haven’t used that word in a long while. For those unfamiliar, blucky is a combination of the words blah and yucky. Pretty original huh? Funerals are never fun. No matter whom they are for, the potential for fun is never there. But it’s a funeral so why should it be fun. As noted to those around me, I will NOT be giving a funeral or any other such nonsense, when I depart this earth I want the people I love and care about to enjoy the day. But that is a whole other story.

So back to today’s events. I of course was late. It’s hard to get out of bed on a rainy Saturday morning. I met with my parents and headed to Amsterdam. That God forsaken city makes me want to vomit. I know, I’m being harsh, but I’m blucky. Amsterdam, NY has nothing to offer. Not one single thing. Just driving in there made me depressed. Yes we should all be proud of our hometowns. I disagree; my hometown sucks.

So what is worse than being in Amsterdam? Being in Amsterdam for a funeral. I haven’t been to one in a long while, so I was completely out of practice. The first thing I notice is that the funeral parlor looked like a Vegas wedding chapel, tacky chandeliers, awful rugs, tattered seats and “sun-burnt” curtains. It was just depressing. Add an urn of ashes to the mix and the impromptu wedding turns into a funeral. I must sound like such a bitch; I have to remember that I’m honoring the life of my grandfather. One whom I didn’t know all that well, but all the same he is family so may he rest in peace.

Pan back to the funeral, the music situation was a nightmare. Don’t even get me started. Needless to say my services were not needed, that was being covered by Yanni on the church organ (a CD from QVC I’m sure). I was wearing a suit that made me look like Harpo Marx and on top of that, I’m sweating my ass. I blame my sister for saying her internal body temperature was perfect.

On the other hand, it was great to see my family. Instead of being emotional about the whole situation, I’m acting like Mr. Touch Guy…er…Mr. Bitchy Gay. This certainly makes me look at how fortunate I am. I have an amazing, caring family and having all of us come together was a great thing (too bad it was under such bad circumstances). But as I like to think…good things come from the bad. I’m tired and still blucky, so I’m going to wrap this sucker up. The rest of my weekend will be spent being a somewhat decent grandson. I will return on Tuesday.

RIP Grandpa Joe.

Loss...RIP Grandpa "Joe"

Loss. No matter who you lose in life, it's never an easy thing. One would assume that losing those closest is the hardest, and while I don't disagree I might be able to challenge that assumption. Yesterday I lost my Grandfather; I think I called him Grandpa Joe when I was a child. I wasn't very close to him; in fact I've probably seen him a total of 30 minutes over the past 18 years. So one would assume his death wouldn't affect me all that much. In all actuality I find this whole situation to be very difficult. Perhaps it's because I don't know how to feel. But after 24 hours of thinking I regret not knowing him. The gift of Grandparents is an amazing thing and up until yesterday all 4 of them were living their lives.

As I sift through the "coulda woulda shoulda" crap I send my prayers to Grandpa Joe, Mom and Grandma. Conclusion thus far: loss is never easy.