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At my Mom's place to surprise my sister for her birthday-415 miles in the hybrid took 3/4 of a tank!

Bitches R Us

Well, looky here at what my little Malti-Poo is sporting these days. It's a gift from a friend of ours. He went to the manscaper this morning....and boy did his daddys get in trouble. Bad daddy! Bad daddy! The groomer pointed out how matted his hair is (hair, not fur, for malti-poos). He must be brushed every single day....and get rid of the harness...it mats down the hair even more. Sigh. When will parenthood ever take root in me? Anyway, the irony of the shirt is that he is a totally loving, non-aggressive, no attitude sort of pup. The shirt makes us both giggle. I'm wondering if I can get my flabby self wrestled into that shirt?

Master and Commander

Picture it....Saturday Night, 20:54, Portland Airport:

The airport is packed. People moving up and down the escalators, everyone piled up around the baggage claim belts. I'm all dressed in blue polyester, coiffed appropriately, and semi-rested for my all-night flight to Orlando. I'm pulling my regulation 22" roller suitcase through the revolving turnstile door. And there's a, maybe, ten or twelve year old kid with fire in his eyes playing in the revolving door...going 'round and 'round. Just having fun and wasting a little time. He's not shy.....and he spots me......

The Fiery Kid: Hey, what are you?

Me: What? Me? Just coming to work.

The Fiery Kid: So, are you a COMMANDER?

Me: A Commander? Oh man, no. Just a flight attendant.

The Fiery Kid: Oh.

End of story. What is a commander, anyway? Maybe I am one and didn't even know it.

Condo Life

It's long overdue. But here are pictures of our new condominium. I haven't done any staging or making it look all pretty. Yes, you'll see the dog's collar on the counter and no towels hanging on the bathroom rack. You'll see our desk just the way it is....and the place that this post and all of my blogging occurs. It's au natural....just plain old us. We're really enjoying it. It's pretty simple. Except for this one nagging thing -- hauling the dog's arse up and down three flights of stairs many, many times a day. Ugh. But it is giving these skinny, pale, pasty legs a little workout. I shouldn't complain. He's a wonderful puppy. So, enough. Go and enjoy the photo extravaganza.

Oh, and just one more thing: In the above pic, we are the little small deck on the top floor, 4th from the right side or second from the left side....with the black BBQ grill that you can hardly make out in this pic. It faces east. And right outside of our door is eight wonderful blocks of all kinds of restaurants, fitness center, gift shops, coffee and ice cream, deli sandwiches, a bank, an old local neighborhood market, an antique shop, a bamboo workshop and walking garden, and a ton of other things. It's absolutely perfect. And have I mentioned the view of Mt. Hood from our living room?

Storm's a Comin' and Fried Twinkies in Orlando

I swear, you guys are my bestest friends ever. From fried Twinkies at Hamburger Mary's to cute waiters to lifting up my shirt out on the busy street corner for Sorted to pick me up, the day was a happy occasion. We had a very nice afternoon of exploring Orlando's downtown areas and tromping in front of the Caylee Anthony house with all of the media across the street waiting for a break in this heart-wrenching story of a missing three-year-0ld girl. We enjoyed a Starbuck's vanilla bean frappuccino and stuffed our faces with Combos while we talked trash flitting around in the Volvo. Mr. Stud and Boyfriend from Mid-Afternoon Snack joined us (we'll be seeing them in Portland in a few weeks) and, thankfully, Mike Says and hubby were there too. Oh, and the really cool part? My camera stayed in my pocket the whole day. Not a single pic shot. Nice, huh? Fortunately, Mr. Handsome Mike Says has a few on his site.....no comments about the red shoes, please. We've exhausted every trashy comment you can imagine already. And now, 5 hours and 11 minutes brought me back to Portland. What a great day, you guys. Many many thanks. I'll be thinking about you this week. Oh, and if you weren't there, we did talk about you. FYI.

Faith and Friends From the Past

Tonight begins a three-day celebration in Anaheim, California. And I was supposed to have been there. But I just couldn't force myself into it. Not that it would have been necessarily bad. But, perhaps, uncomfortable. And not just for me -- but for others as well. It's a gathering of one heck of a group of great musicians....vocalists, instrumentalists, lighting and sound technicians, administrative and management personnel from, quite literally, around the globe. It's the 40th anniversary celebration of The Continentals (formerly the Continental Singers). They began in 1967 (I know, it's actually the 41st year) in Portland, Oregon, by a true visionary Cam Floria. And he's still the guy heading up the group. It's a Christian missionary sort of organization that sings, dances, has costume changes, and does all sorts of musical mission work around the world. The likes of Sandi Patty, Michael W. Smith, Amy Grant, The Winans, Steven Curtis Chapman and plenty of others were connected with The Continentals to some degree. I traveled in 1982, twice in 1983, 1986, 1993, and twice in 1994. I spent one tour as an assistant director and two as the director of the group. It carried me to more than 30 states and 30 countries including behind the former Iron Curtain to Estonia and Poland. Truly once in a lifetime experiences that could never be recaptured. Each tour was three months and we did a minimum of one concert per day, many times more. We were up at 4am and up until past midnight most every night. It was exhausting. We spent thousands of miles on buses each tour. And some of the greatest years of my life. I've written about a good friend from the group here; about the KGW and Christian espionage here; and even about a little hanky pank here (oh yeah, it happens). I had almost every experience you can imagine during my years with the group. And, I must say, mostly good. I was challenged, stretched, asked to push myself personally and musically, and learn more than I could have ever imagined. During the height of the group's popularity, there were 15 groups in the summer consisting of nearly 40 people in each group. I think I've done more than a thousand concerts in large and small churches, fair and rodeo grounds, outside in grassy areas, in battlefields, on airplanes and cruise ships, in front of monuments and memorials, and in homes. We spent nearly every night in the homes of those from the churches that hosted us. We ate more spaghetti, lasagna, and fried chicken than you can imagine in church basements.
And all the while, I was gay. I knew it. I have no idea if they knew it. It's one of those areas of my life that still brings me great joy when I hear the music or look at the pictures....and there are thousands. I've been able to reconnect with a few friends since my coming out. Most have been horribly understanding. A few have not -- for which I pity them. You see, I would have had to take my partner with me -- in fact, I'd want to....I wouldn't do it any other way. And I'm so forthright now that it would be "just the way it is" when I introduced him to my past -- strangers to him. I would expect nothing but warmth and smiles from them. And I have a feeling that's exactly what I'd receive. Because they are that kind of people -- good, solid, happy folks with tremendous energy and drive. Even if our faiths are horribly different now. In fact, dramatically varied in paths. Tonight as my honey and I were driving along the Columbia River in the hot summer heat with Mt. Hood in front of us, I remembered that tonight a couple thousand of my former buddies were gathering to celebrate and remember in Anaheim. And I got kind of melancholy. I sort of wish that we were there. To say hi, throw hugs, remember the many crazy times from the past 40 years, listen to great music, and to -- maybe -- even allow them the opportunity to see that there are other beautiful pieces of life beyond what our eyes can actually see. Way beyond life on a pew. I miss them. I hope they miss me too.

Summertime Walla Walla Onions

It's summertime....and the livin' is easy. One of my all-time summer favorites is Walla Walla onions. I've mentioned them numerous times before in recipes. I like them peeled, left whole, dig out a notch in the top of them, insert a cube of bullion or whole garlic clove, and wrapped in foil. Cook for 45-60 minutes on the grill. They are fantastic sliced thin and perched high atop your favorite sandwich. Or grilled and caramelized on a garden burger with cheese and fresh avocado. Some folks, not me, eat them raw like an apple. They are that sweet! Or a variety of sandwiches such as peanut butter, onion and banana. The town of Walla Walla, Washington, has become famous for these beauties. It's a relatively new wine growing region and near the place where the Whitman Family was massacred in 1847.
The region and it's farm fields are one heck of a beautiful place to spend the weekend, drink a little wine, and grab yourself a bag of yummy onions on the way home.
And if you're lucky, maybe you'll even with the Miss Walla Walla contest.

The Girl Gets Invited Back to the Party

Do you remember when it was only the girls who put out, the jocks, and the cheerleaders who got invited back to the parties over and over? Well, I sort of nosed my way back into a party this Sunday in Orlando -- in spite of being awfully close to a cheerleader and no resemblence whatsoever to a jock (well, the exception being my giant biceps). I have picked up an Orlando trip this coming weekend and will be meeting up with all of my buddies in Orlando on Sunday for a little lunch at Hamburger Mary's. If any of you are in the area and interested, be sure to email me soon for the details. In my nearly two years of blogging, I've found Orlando to be the home of my good friends Sorted Lives, Mike Says, Mid-Afternoon Snack, and Actor Schmactor among others. And this little gathering has happened a TIME or TWO or THREE or FOUR or FIVE or SIX. We've always had a great time and I expect that Sunday will be no exception. See you soon, boys!

Pat Robertson's Nemesis

Looky what we spotted on the back of a car near our house recently. I just know that Pat Robertson would want to know that he's doing us all well. Look closely.

39 MPG Anyone ??

Anybody else care to join the "Upper 30's MPG Club"? You'll recall that I asked you all about this a while back. And it's finally happened. These are very difficult to find cars. This one came onto the car lot at 11:30am and was ours by 3pm. Wild! It's beautiful and an excellent ride. Plus, the Hybrid technology is very cutting edge -- really teaches the driver how to accelerate, coast, brake to achieve the best MPG....you can actually see what your slightest movements on the accelerator pedal are doing to your MPG. So, the tank should get us around 550-600 miles instead of the 225-250 we were getting. Plus, it's emissions are far less. It's all over and tucked nicely into our parking garage.

Today is our old neighborhood's block party. It's rained a little over night and not overly warm, but tolerable (sounds like most of the year here in Oregon, quite frankly). We're taking the tortellini pasta I talked about the other day (only this time I'm turning it into a cold salad). Plus, we're taking a yummy, horribly easy, and horribly white trash dessert -- just put two bags of your choice of frozen fruit in a greased baking dish and add a box of your favorite cake mix to the top, dry with no water. Bake 350 for about 45 minutes (depends on the water content in the fruit you've used). I'm using chocolate fudge cake mix with one bag of dark cherries and one bag of peaches. We're expecting close to 75 people....maybe a few more than last year.

Wishing you all happy returns and a great weekend. From Portland, I send you happy Hybrid dreams!

Wanna Be Daddy's Girl ??

Anybody want to be Daddy's Girl? Apparently you'd get paid for it during daytime hours. After 10pm though, who knows what happens. I guess it's gratuitous work at that point.

(In front of the Crowne Plaza near the Lloyd Center in Portland.)

Stiffy Anyone?

Tortellini With Walnuts and Spinach

Again, kids, no science to this fantastic meal. It's easy, light, and goes very well with chilled Trader Joe's Villa Sonia Pinot Grigio Piave. A glass during cooking and refill during dinner will leave you in pretty good shape.
Boil one package of your favorite pasta -- I used a fresh tortellini pasta from Trader Joe's with pesto filling. Drain and return to pot while hot. While the pasta is boiling, chop the following: Small amount of minced onion, chopped fresh tomato, fresh parsley, walnuts, sun-dried tomatoes. Add a handful of fresh spinach, spoonful of butter or margarine, heaping tablespoon full of fresh chopped garlic, and good dose of olive oil. Stir with rubber spatula to avoid damaging the tortellini. Top with your favorite shaved cheese. Serve alongside a dolled-up garden salad filled with every vegetable you can find. You'll have the world's best meal ever. Easy!
P.S. -- Don't ever tell anyone that I don't share old family secret recipes with you.
P.S.S. -- You may want to finish up your evening with good quality vanilla bean ice cream topped with fresh Oregon blackberries. It's not so bad.

Festivals Abound in the 'Hood

I swear, living this new condominium lifestyle has led to nothing but visitors, good times, coffee and lunch out, meeting new neighbors, and festivals. Yesterday was no exception. Our neighborhood hosted its annual Fremont Fest 2008. Every store was open and giving away free gifts, holding drawings, tons of good food, and people, kids, and dogs everywhere. There was a parade which included maybe 200-300 kiddies dressed up like Sponge Bob or Hello Kitty along with pets which clearly didn't admire their tin-foil wings that had been added to their backs for effect. Oh, and the Clydesdale horses gave free rides up and down the street all day long -- which scared the hell out of Mason. It was a fantastic way to welcome us to the Beaumont Wilshire-Fremont area and confirmed to us that we've made a great decision to live in this neighborhood.

After that, we headed back to our old 'hood since we'd been grandfathered in to our former neighbor's annual Rib Fest whereby eight individuals bring their homemade ribs. They are judged and the winner given a throne upon which to sit for the upcoming year. I made my white bean and charred onion salad along with Oregon blackberry shortcake. And of course since there were ribs and meat involved, the evening wouldn't have been complete without plenty of Hehehe jokes surrounding the rubbing of one's meat -- including the obligatory t-shirts. Oh, and did I mention the handsome good-friend-and-bartender making Key Lime Martinis? I swear, these are some of the nicest friends ever to keep us involved in spite of the fact that we ditched their street for another. Next week, we go back to the same great former street for the second annual block party.

A Day In The Life -- Up, Up and Away!

3:55am Alarm goes off. Shower and adorn self with blue polyester

4:40am Out the door

5:00am Riding employee bus from parking to terminal

5:25am Required check-in time -- make sure manual is up to date, safety briefing with crew

5:45am The first pretty passenger faces of the day arrive on board

6:25am Boarding door closed, pushback begins, 65 passengers

6:30am In the air, runway 10 left

6:50am Starbuck's coffee and other beverages being served, try and be pleasant

8:03am Touchdown on runway 30 in SJC

8:10am Fold blankets, tidy cabin, call honey at home

8:40am Next group of passengers boards, 85 on board this time

9:03am Forward boarding door closed, pushback begins

9:07am Off the ground

9:30am Jone's Soda and Starbucks being poured liberally

10:27am Touchdown on runway 10 right in PDX

10:40am Everyone off, cabin clear, doors are disarmed

10:50am On the employee bus back to the parking lot

That's been much of my life over the past few months. Occasionally I toss SNA, DEN or PHX into the city mix for a little variety. But SJC is our shortest day and gets me home quite early. I haven't been on an overnight trip for quite a while with the move and doggy day care issues. But soon, they will be returning. And, I must happily admit, it beats sitting at a desk or staring at a clock all day -- tick tock, tick tock. And of course there is the myriad of other issues that must be dealt with from time to time: Unaccompanied children traveling alone, passengers in wheelchairs, carry-on bags, weather issues, mechanical troubles, making sure my required manual is up to date ($2,000 fine if it is not), hotel vans, wake-up calls, changing aircraft at the last minute, lavatories that don't work, tequila from Mexico leaking in the overhead bins, children kicking and screaming (adults too!), wrinkle cream applied liberally to face for those early wake-up calls, dealing with fellow crew members who have chosen to have bad attitudes and don't want to work, running (for the umpteenth time) to the galley for hot water (tea) or decaf (usually don't have it on the trolley). And the list goes on. But, again, I'm grateful. It's a job. And a good one at that.