Monday, March 30, 2009
THE BIBLE SAYS NO TO GLOBAL WARMING
Is this guy serious?
At first I thought it was from the "Onion News" because it is so ridiculous.
People wonder what is wrong with this country and our Congress - well this is the answer.
During what I presume to be a serious debate about global warming, this fool is telling us that global warming doesn't exist.... because the bible(oh - am I supposed to capitalize that?)... The Bible says differently.
ARE YOU SERIOUS?
Why do we send idiots like Representative Shimkus to congress?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
TAMMY BRUCE - MY LONG LOST FORMER SISTER-IN-LAW?
When I first read about Tammy Bruce’s tirade against the First Lady of the United States - referring to her as trash - I thought, “just another boney, ultra-conservative right-winger trying to make a name for herself,” however, I was only partially right, and I was surprised to find that I may have a connection to her.
Like 99% of the country, I had never heard of Tammy Bruce prior to her headline grabbing diatribe against Michelle Obama, so I “googled” her name and read articles about her and watched her on a few “so called” news shows.
On her website (I won’t advertise her website by giving the URL) it shows a photograph of her and I upon first seeing it I was dumbstruck - Tammy Bruce bears a striking resemblance to my former sister-in-law.
Yeah, her teeth may be straighter, the girth of her nose may have been neatly trimmed and she may now be a rabid lesbian, but she is my brother’s former bride. Interest piqued, I had to do some further investigation.
I learned that “Tammy” was born in California in 1962 and is a gun-loving, pro-choicer, who changed political parties back in the 1990s. Except for the birth year, it sounds like her.
She may have stretched the truth regarding the year she was born, but lying came naturally to her and her clan, and if my memory serves me correctly, her family did have a personal affinity for firearms, name calling, fighting and abortion as their only form of birth control.
Their other passion was pasta.
Coincidence – I think not!
They loved picking fights and threatening others with their guns. They did not care who it was. No one was off limit, not even family.
Hell, as we were moving out of town, I distinctly remember “Tammy’s” brother driving by our house waving a gun in the air, threatening us, and she and her toddler daughter were with us.
I got along fine with “Tammy,” although she may not have been the warmest woman in the world, but it was not her fault. She was raised by a woman who did not have an ounce of conscious or compassion. When they moved from Tucson, Arizona to Denver, CO, her mother took the beloved family poodle to the groomers and purposely left it there as they drove out of town.
Sounds like the same folk. The more I read, the more I am certain “Tammy” is the ISM’s ex-wife.
As I now stare at the picture of Tammy Bruce, I can’t be 100% certain she is my brother’s ex-wife, after all I haven’t seen her in over 25 years, but the similarities are just too much of a coincidence - they both are from California, mean spirited, gun-sporting, abortion lovers who lack compassion and like to pick fights. The odds are in my favor - Tammy Bruce must be my former sister in-law.
Did I mention the family was trash?
Like 99% of the country, I had never heard of Tammy Bruce prior to her headline grabbing diatribe against Michelle Obama, so I “googled” her name and read articles about her and watched her on a few “so called” news shows.
On her website (I won’t advertise her website by giving the URL) it shows a photograph of her and I upon first seeing it I was dumbstruck - Tammy Bruce bears a striking resemblance to my former sister-in-law.
Yeah, her teeth may be straighter, the girth of her nose may have been neatly trimmed and she may now be a rabid lesbian, but she is my brother’s former bride. Interest piqued, I had to do some further investigation.
I learned that “Tammy” was born in California in 1962 and is a gun-loving, pro-choicer, who changed political parties back in the 1990s. Except for the birth year, it sounds like her.
She may have stretched the truth regarding the year she was born, but lying came naturally to her and her clan, and if my memory serves me correctly, her family did have a personal affinity for firearms, name calling, fighting and abortion as their only form of birth control.
Their other passion was pasta.
Coincidence – I think not!
They loved picking fights and threatening others with their guns. They did not care who it was. No one was off limit, not even family.
Hell, as we were moving out of town, I distinctly remember “Tammy’s” brother driving by our house waving a gun in the air, threatening us, and she and her toddler daughter were with us.
I got along fine with “Tammy,” although she may not have been the warmest woman in the world, but it was not her fault. She was raised by a woman who did not have an ounce of conscious or compassion. When they moved from Tucson, Arizona to Denver, CO, her mother took the beloved family poodle to the groomers and purposely left it there as they drove out of town.
Sounds like the same folk. The more I read, the more I am certain “Tammy” is the ISM’s ex-wife.
As I now stare at the picture of Tammy Bruce, I can’t be 100% certain she is my brother’s ex-wife, after all I haven’t seen her in over 25 years, but the similarities are just too much of a coincidence - they both are from California, mean spirited, gun-sporting, abortion lovers who lack compassion and like to pick fights. The odds are in my favor - Tammy Bruce must be my former sister in-law.
Did I mention the family was trash?
Saturday, March 21, 2009
ITS JUST A TOWEL
Noelle spent the weekend with us two weeks ago and after breakfast while I was doing "chores" around the house she was in her bedroom playing. Typically when she plays in her room there is some noise and every few minutes she comes out to ask, or more often, tell me something.
After she was in there for quite some time without coming out, and I couldn't hear any noise coming from the room, I suspected she was doing something she shouldn't. As I approached her room the door was shut - not a good sign.
When I opened the door and walked in I didn't see her, but I knew she was there - maybe in the closet or behind the dresser. I peered around the bed and she was lying on the floor, half of her body under the bed and the other half exposed. She was sitting up at a funny angle, resting her hand on a small, thin item, trying to hide something, and there were unidentifiable marks on her face.
As I got closer I could see that her hand was on a makeup kit and the blotches on her face was her attempt to put on the makeup.
Being the understanding grandfather that I am, (meaning I understand the need for make up once in a while)instead of scolding her, I asked if she wanted grandpa to put the make up on her. She excitedly agreed.
In my attempt to correct what she had done to herself, while softly talking to her about not touching things that don't belong to her, I made matters worse.
After I took several pictures of her, and we both had a good laugh at the disaster I had made of her face, I decided to give her a bath and remove it.
It was then that I discovered it was going to take more then soap and water to get this cheap makeup off her face. Fortunately, I had some old cold creme in the house, left over from one of the Halloween parties, so I slathered up her face (and hair) and rid her face of the brown oil slick and green eye shadow.
The part that I found the funniest, and was able to capture on video, happened after I took her out of the sink. While I was drying her off I made the comment that her towel looked like a dress - an evening gown. She didn't like that!
She is such a doll, but let me tell you, she is opinionated and mouthy. I love it but I do not know where she gets it!
After she was in there for quite some time without coming out, and I couldn't hear any noise coming from the room, I suspected she was doing something she shouldn't. As I approached her room the door was shut - not a good sign.
When I opened the door and walked in I didn't see her, but I knew she was there - maybe in the closet or behind the dresser. I peered around the bed and she was lying on the floor, half of her body under the bed and the other half exposed. She was sitting up at a funny angle, resting her hand on a small, thin item, trying to hide something, and there were unidentifiable marks on her face.
As I got closer I could see that her hand was on a makeup kit and the blotches on her face was her attempt to put on the makeup.
Being the understanding grandfather that I am, (meaning I understand the need for make up once in a while)instead of scolding her, I asked if she wanted grandpa to put the make up on her. She excitedly agreed.
In my attempt to correct what she had done to herself, while softly talking to her about not touching things that don't belong to her, I made matters worse.
After I took several pictures of her, and we both had a good laugh at the disaster I had made of her face, I decided to give her a bath and remove it.
It was then that I discovered it was going to take more then soap and water to get this cheap makeup off her face. Fortunately, I had some old cold creme in the house, left over from one of the Halloween parties, so I slathered up her face (and hair) and rid her face of the brown oil slick and green eye shadow.
The part that I found the funniest, and was able to capture on video, happened after I took her out of the sink. While I was drying her off I made the comment that her towel looked like a dress - an evening gown. She didn't like that!
She is such a doll, but let me tell you, she is opinionated and mouthy. I love it but I do not know where she gets it!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
SO I'M A STAR F@#KER-GET OVER IT!
Okay - So tonight while reading Rosie's "Ask Rosie," someone mentioned Jane Fonda's blog. Naturally, I had to pop in to see what it was all about - American Idol had just ended and 9pm was way too early to go to bed - and I ended up reading several of her entries.
Jane Fonda has a real live f-ing Blog.
She talks about her causes, day-to-day life, her family, and return to the Broadway stage after (I believe) 46 years in "33 Variation" where she has received glowing reviews.
I've always been an admirer, and have enjoyed her in every film I have seen her in, but because, well, you know... her hey-day was Barbra's hey-day and I could only have eyes for one STAR at a time; however, I have always admired her convictions, intelligence, talent, and Christ, her beauty. The woman is still such a knock out!
So I went to Jane's website and I think I may be addicted.
I like her common sense approach to writing - she drew me in with her writing - even something as pedestrian as her trip to Starbucks for a bagel (as I recall she forgot her money and had to return home - but they were out of bagels anyway).
Perhaps it was the photo of Jane and Dolly Parton - I love a good reunion!!!
Oh, if only Barbra would blog. She could do duet blogs with say, Neil Diamond or Donna Summer - and if she has to, Barry Gibb. How fun would that be - or maybe she could teach current singers how to sing instead of lip sync (Madonna and Britney can you hear me).
Okay - Enough is Enough - back to Jane.
The link for Jane's site is www.JaneFonda.com (could it be any simpler). Take a look, it's a pleasing slice of an American Icon's life.
Thanks Jane... I will be visiting way too often and will be adding the site to my blogroll!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
1ST ANNUAL GHETTO AND GOWNS ACADEMY AWARDS CELEBRATION
Are words really necessary?
Last Sunday, February 21st, we held our 1st Annual Ghetto and Gowns Academy Awards celebration. Attendees were required to wear "formal" attire and walk the red carpet.
In attendance were Halle Barry, Julie Andrews, Farrah Fawcett, and countless other tragic fashion victims.
Provecho!!!
Friday, February 27, 2009
TO STAY OR GO... AND SO ON
Recently I realized I have been completely neglecting this place of mine - shying away from it. It hasn't been just here that I have neglected, I have also not been returning emails. I currently have 35 read and saved emails - all waiting for a response.
Today I received notice that I need to renew the hosting fee for my website. I purchased the name in late March 2007 but don't think I started designing it until late summer. It seems like a lifetime ago and I now need to decide to renew or let it go.
I can't see myself letting it go but with the down-turn in the economy and the medical bills I have amassed it may be time to say good-bye.
Interestingly enough, I don't even know if anyone frequents the website or this blog any longer. I used to be so into all of it but once Hillary failed to get the Democratic nomination for President of the United States and my little medical episode I guess I briefly lost my passion for politics and started focusing on other things.
That does not hold as true today.
I love our new president and am truly proud to be an American again. I don't feel the need to apologize to every foreigner I encounter as I did the past eight years. (I need to write about our president soon)
..and although this is not going to be a political rant, more of a personal one as you can tell from the photo of my Noelle, I have just one question for these tight- ass, white republican stiffs....
Why weren't you screaming about mortgaging our grandchildrens' futures when it came to wasting 1 trillion dollars funding the occupation of Iraq?
Throwing our money away to kill innocent people and devastate a country that never did us harm, as well as scores of damaged America families who lost loved ones is fine with you money-grubbing assholes because it makes you and your friends rich and richer, but God forbid we spend money on the people of the United States.
Someone needs to stand up and call out these greedy fuckers. Do something for Americans FIRST...
Okay.. I will get off my soap box.
This weekend Michelle and Jon are moving so Fettit and I will have the grandchildren. Noelle will spend the night but Christopher is still too young.
I put Noelle's photo up just because I thought it was so adorable. She grabbed the wigs off the patio table the other night and put it on, with Fettit's help, and I couldn't help but take her picture. Fettit was in the photo but I cropped him out... he isn't as cute as she is.
That's is it for now kids..Oh.. one more thing....
We held our 1st Annual Academy Awards Gown party this past Sunday and it was a blast. I have some photo's I will post, but more importantly, I took video of the arrivals on the red carpet. Once I look at the video, I am hoping to post some of it here so you can share it the craziness.
Goodnight all!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, December 21, 2008
HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND THIS AND THAT
Saturday, Dec 20th
Christmas is upon us and I am not prepared. Why do I always wait until the last minute?
I bought Christmas cards nearly three weeks ago and have not completed a single one. I fail yet again.
I used to be good about it, and this year my intention was to sit down and write them all out, each with a personalized greeting, but time has gotten away from me.
Can I just blame in on Cancer? That excuse has worked so well over the past 2 and a half months. Hell - I think it got me a discount at one of our favorite restaurant the night I was diagnosed. I asked if they had a cancer discount - and the bill was surprisingly low for all we ate and drank.
It’s worth a try!
To all those that I intended to send cards – I apologize – I have cancer... well… had cancer…. Hopefully don’t anymore!
I have to keep the “C” word light and laugh about it all!!!
Christmas shopping – AAARRRGGHHH!!!
So far I have bought some clothes for Noelle and Christopher but that is it. Noelle spent the night last night and I don’t know how I am supposed to go shopping with her here, but we always have such a great time together I will find the time.
Noelle has a bag of stuffed letters, given to her by my friend Joann, and today we played a game - she would pull a letter from the bag and I would tell her the name of the letter and then words and names that start with that letter. She is so smart and her development is so important to me. I am always encouraging her to count and go through her “A B Cs.”
Now that Noelle is no longer in daycare, she isn’t getting the stimulation that is so essential to her development and so I work with her. She is naturally bright and it is vital that we help cultivate an inquisitive mine.
Christmas Eve will be Fettit, the girls, and the grandkids. Jon has to work but we are hoping he will get off early. Dad and Jane have made separate plans this year - new traditions.
I wish we could make new plans - new traditions - but its difficult with Fettit having to play the organ at midnight mass. It keeps us in town.
For Christmas Eve dinner we have decided upon a rib roast and fried shrimp, accompanied by baked potatoes and a fresh vegetable.
Christmas day we are going to the Wiley-Conforti’s for drinks, dinner and game day/night. We try to do game night once a month but depending on the time of year it is usually once every two or three months.
Besides the Wiley-Conforti’s, our friends Ray and Mark round out the customary players. I think our friends Kevin and Brad are joining as well. We have a wonderful group of friends and it will be an enjoyable day.
On Friday I had a follow-up appointment with my surgeon and I am healing well. The two small cuts on each side of my stomach have healed completely and are almost unnoticeable. The small incision a couple of inched below my navel is also fading nicely, and the three inch incision (which is through my navel – extending one inch below to about two inches above) is also healing well. From looking at the incisions it is not easy to tell I underwent major surgery just over a month ago.
I rarely had severe pain after I left the hospital and although the doctor gave me vicodin, I didn’t like the way they made me feel so I didn’t take them. I cannot imagine finding that feeling pleasurable and becoming an addict.
Hell, I asked the doctor for sleeping pills and he begrudgingly gave me a few ambien and those didn’t even work. I guess my drug of choice is tequila.
I am amazed.
Dr. Buckmire informed me I will have to see him every three months for the next two years and then as long as everything continues to be favorable that will be decreased to every six months and eventually I will discontinue seeing him.
Tuesday I go to meet another new doctor, my oncologist. He will be the person who decides if I require chemotherapy.
Although Dr Buckmire didn’t say I wouldn’t need it, I have a hunch I may not need chemotheraphy. I am going to encourage them to give it to me. For one reason, if there is a chance they didn’t get ONE cancer cell, I want it gone, but more importantly, I want the damn AFLAC chemo money. Hell – the first chemo session banks me $3,000. I won’t deny it… I want the money Oh yeah, and I want to be healthy too... but and initial payment of $3,000 and then $900 weekly after that certainly isn’t anything to sneeze at. Just think of the trips I could take. I need cancer to pay off for me… CHA-CHING!!!
I encourage all… get the AFLAC Cancer Coverage - you get paid to have cancer!
The cancer has been an experience. I took my father’s diagnosis far more serious then I did my own. I have laughed all the way through it – perhaps not the first day after the surgery – but certainly before and right after.
Cancer should be such a scary thing but at no time could I even wrap my head around the gravity of the situation. I never thought it was going to be anything more then a little surgery I would undergo. I would have it removed, recuperate a little and continue on with my life – and that is what I have done.
I'm gonna live till I die! I'm gonna laugh 'stead of cry, I'm gonna take the town and turn it upside down, I'm gonna live, live, live until I die. They're gonna say "What a guy!" I'm gonna play for the sky. Ain't gonna miss a thing, I'm gonna have my fling, I'm gonna live, live, live until I die.
Sunday, December 21st
Yesterday after lunch I was able to get some shopping done. I could not get over the crowds and the traffic. Horrendous!
I hate giving (and receiving) gifts just to give (receive) something, you know, the bad cologne gift packs filled with outdated scents that are accompanied by deodorant, and such.
HATE THEM!!!
This year I have told everyone not to buy me anything. I buy what I want when I want it. There really isn’t anything anyone can buy me that I would be crazy about.
Take me to dinner or to drinks, or buy me tickets to a traveling Broadway show. Don’t give me Stetson cologne, soap on a rope, a chia pet or the clapper.
So I am only buying for Christopher and Noelle.
These children have far too many toys as it is and I can’t stand spending money on crap that will only be played with once and abandoned. They have enough other relatives to buy them toys - I won’t be a part of that.
So going with what I mentioned earlier about Noelle’s development, I only purchased items that will expand her mind and encourage her learning to count, recognize and learn alphabet, and shapes and colors (although she knows most of her colors already).
I found a really great book on the United States but then I disappointingly realized that it was too advanced for her and I would be the only one enjoying it - I always love books on travel and new places while she still enjoys me reading Dr. Seuss to her.
Christopher was more difficult. It is not easy to find anything for a four month old. In the end I found something appropriate that he will be able to use for a few months that should assist with his development.
After Christmas I am abandoning Fettit and going to take a bite of the apple (now that I can digest it) and hang with some friends, and then once the holidays are behind me, I will return to office.
It will have been nearly two months since I sat at my desk and worked. I am really looking forward to it. Working from the confines of home is not for me. I realized that during my last job where I did it full time.
I need to interact with people.
Okay… I need to go start my day. Sorry for all the rambling and jumping from here to there!
Until next year – Happy Holidays and I wish all a prosperous, healthy New Year!
Monday, December 8, 2008
BARBRA SHARES A KISS WITH KING GEORGE
How uncomfortable (and ironic) it must have been for both of them, Barbra and King George, and I swear I hear laughter from the crowd during the exchange.
I'm not interested in the lame duck King George, but I wonder what Barbra, an extremely vocal critic of not only George Bush's presidency, but also of him personally, was thinking...
I found this in a Rueter's article... I thought I would include it...
"He's very warm and funny," Streisand said of the president, whom she met at the White House ceremony. Speaking as she strode along the red carpet with her husband, actor James Brolin, the singer added, "Art trumps politics tonight." Still, a ripple of laughter washed over the Opera House during a video presentation of the meeting, which showed Bush giving her a buss on the cheek. The two also blew air-kisses to each other in their box.
Can you imagine what each was thinking?
I'm not interested in the lame duck King George, but I wonder what Barbra, an extremely vocal critic of not only George Bush's presidency, but also of him personally, was thinking...
I found this in a Rueter's article... I thought I would include it...
"He's very warm and funny," Streisand said of the president, whom she met at the White House ceremony. Speaking as she strode along the red carpet with her husband, actor James Brolin, the singer added, "Art trumps politics tonight." Still, a ripple of laughter washed over the Opera House during a video presentation of the meeting, which showed Bush giving her a buss on the cheek. The two also blew air-kisses to each other in their box.
Can you imagine what each was thinking?
STOP CRYING YOU SPOILED BRATS
I have no idea who this man is, Louis CK, I have never heard of him before, but I came across this clip and think he is spot on?
(I may be a little guilty myself)
SHUT UP YOU BUNCH OF SPOILED BRATS!
(I may be a little guilty myself)
SHUT UP YOU BUNCH OF SPOILED BRATS!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
CANCER CHRONICLES - PART THREE
Forty-eight hours until surgery and I am lying flat on my back with Vick's spread all over my chest and neck and stuffed in my nose. This is not a good sign.
I woke up yesterday morning with a tickle in my throat and it has progressed. At work today I was sneezing so much that a coworker surprised me by running to the store to get me a box of Kleenex and a half gallon on orange juice. She felt bad because she thinks she gave it to me.
I'm not sure.
I don't really feel bad but its in my nose and moving ever so slowly down to my chest. I am sure that isn't a good sign - just before surgery.
I called the surgeon's office and left a message to see how it effects my surgery - if it does at all. I have yet to get a call back.
I have been asked a few times lately if I am nervous and the truth is I haven't had one nervous thought. Perhaps I am living in denial as to the severity of the situation but I have never lived on what ifs and whys.
The fact is I have colon cancer. So what? I'm relatively young and in good health until I am told otherwise, and even then I doubt that it will have much effect on how I live my life.
As I have said all along, this is a bump in the road. I have been fortunate not to have had many major bumps up to this point. Others endure so much more than I have that I can't feel sorry for myself.
People live each day not knowing where they will find their next meal or where they are going to sleep. Some don't know the love and support I do and walk through life alone.
I am constantly reminded that I am surrounded by the love of my family and friends.
FORTUNATE!
Thursday afternoon is going to come and go and I am going to wake up in the recovery room and scream my head off for morphine. Give me that damn drip and make it drip often. To all those reading that will be visiting me in the hospital, I am instructing you now - I expect you to automatically hit the morphine drip button for me when you walk in the door. No need to kiss me and hug me - just hit the f-ing morphine drip button. It will make me much happier to see you.
I am a big baby when it comes to pain and I don't even know what pain is - other than when I broke my arm in three places running down the sidewalk in New York City after a night of over indulging. Even that pain I don't remember now but I do recall waking up in the morning crying like a baby.
I am warning everyone right now - expect that I am a wimp. Hell, I bitch about the pain from my feet. Its a damn good thing I cant get pregnant because I wouldn't handle it so well. It definitely would not be pretty.
Oh - and if anyone really wants to make points - bring me a damn margarita. That will help with the pain too, and the DTs. On second thought, maybe that isn't such a good idea.
I woke up yesterday morning with a tickle in my throat and it has progressed. At work today I was sneezing so much that a coworker surprised me by running to the store to get me a box of Kleenex and a half gallon on orange juice. She felt bad because she thinks she gave it to me.
I'm not sure.
I don't really feel bad but its in my nose and moving ever so slowly down to my chest. I am sure that isn't a good sign - just before surgery.
I called the surgeon's office and left a message to see how it effects my surgery - if it does at all. I have yet to get a call back.
I have been asked a few times lately if I am nervous and the truth is I haven't had one nervous thought. Perhaps I am living in denial as to the severity of the situation but I have never lived on what ifs and whys.
The fact is I have colon cancer. So what? I'm relatively young and in good health until I am told otherwise, and even then I doubt that it will have much effect on how I live my life.
As I have said all along, this is a bump in the road. I have been fortunate not to have had many major bumps up to this point. Others endure so much more than I have that I can't feel sorry for myself.
People live each day not knowing where they will find their next meal or where they are going to sleep. Some don't know the love and support I do and walk through life alone.
I am constantly reminded that I am surrounded by the love of my family and friends.
FORTUNATE!
Thursday afternoon is going to come and go and I am going to wake up in the recovery room and scream my head off for morphine. Give me that damn drip and make it drip often. To all those reading that will be visiting me in the hospital, I am instructing you now - I expect you to automatically hit the morphine drip button for me when you walk in the door. No need to kiss me and hug me - just hit the f-ing morphine drip button. It will make me much happier to see you.
I am a big baby when it comes to pain and I don't even know what pain is - other than when I broke my arm in three places running down the sidewalk in New York City after a night of over indulging. Even that pain I don't remember now but I do recall waking up in the morning crying like a baby.
I am warning everyone right now - expect that I am a wimp. Hell, I bitch about the pain from my feet. Its a damn good thing I cant get pregnant because I wouldn't handle it so well. It definitely would not be pretty.
Oh - and if anyone really wants to make points - bring me a damn margarita. That will help with the pain too, and the DTs. On second thought, maybe that isn't such a good idea.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Halloween Party 2008 - Thrilling
This past Friday, October 24th, with friends and family from near and far in attendance, we held our 4th Annual Halloween Party.
My brother Kevin and his partner Brad (Craig) came from Michigan with his crazy sisters and their friends. East coast friends Matt, Dean and Rol came for the weekend as well as my friend Joe Joe from Fort Lauderdale. They were joined by our local family and friends.
It was fun to forget about all of my recent health issues and just laugh and have a good time.
Fettit enjoyed his Dame Edna costume so much he repeated it last night to hand out candy.
The next night several of us went to a club is Scottsdale to continue the celebrating. Those photos come near the end of the clip.
ENJOY!
My brother Kevin and his partner Brad (Craig) came from Michigan with his crazy sisters and their friends. East coast friends Matt, Dean and Rol came for the weekend as well as my friend Joe Joe from Fort Lauderdale. They were joined by our local family and friends.
It was fun to forget about all of my recent health issues and just laugh and have a good time.
Fettit enjoyed his Dame Edna costume so much he repeated it last night to hand out candy.
The next night several of us went to a club is Scottsdale to continue the celebrating. Those photos come near the end of the clip.
ENJOY!
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