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Wednesday, December 31, 2008
The other problem I have is that I don't drink as much of it (in one sitting) as I used to. So instead of using one of those big Mr. Coffee-style coffee makers that makes way too much coffee, I use a French Press. French Presses make wonderful coffee, treating coffee like it should be: Slowly steeped in super hot water releasing all the natural flavors. Unfortunately, this process takes some time. You first have to boil the water, then you pour it over the coffee in the press. You give it a good stir and then wait an additional 5 - 6 minutes for the coffee to steep. I usually don't have that kind of time or ambition early in the morning.
BUT with this fabulous one-cup coffee maker from Kuerig, I can make myself one cup of tasty coffee in the morning before I go to work. Just the thought of being able to have a cup of coffee every day before I leave for work is getting me all goose-bumpy. It would be a dream come true and unfortunately, that's what it is right now: Just a dream. BUT thanks to the gals at SITS, my dream may become a reality!
I know you've heard me talk about SITS before. SITS stands for Secret is in the Sauce. It's a group of blogger women (and gay ol' me) who are committed to blog and comment support. If you are not a member, you should be. To sign up, visit them here. And don't worry if you're a guy. Just tell them Preston sent you and you want to be a BITS. (Brother in the Sauce) In all seriousness, my readership has gone through the roof since joining SITS.
Aside from all that comment lovin', they also run a monthly contest where you can win fabulous prizes-prizes even a guy wants. This month's prize is (can you guess?) a Keurig Platinum Brewer! And gosh, darn it! I wanna win it. For more information regarding the contest details, simply click on the following link: Preston Should Win The Keurig Platinum Brewer
A special thanks to Tiffany and Heather who really do a bang up job with keeping the SITS blog rolling along full steam. And don't think I'm just brown-nosing it for the coffee maker cause the winner is randomly picked. So there!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Now if you are wondering how a gay, liberal, northeastern-residing gay man spent his Christmas, here's a few pictures:
Heather and Aaron at my Mom's on Christmas Eve
My Mother holding stockings for Dave & Sissy
Heather and her Pop-pop (He'll be 93 in February)
Heather & her Hello Kitty pj's Christmas morning
Me and my new coat. Do you like the Santa hat?
Anywho, folks. This is how the real America spends Christmas...celebrating with family and friends and NOT distributing quasi-racial paraody CD's. Ho! Ho! Ho!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Maybe I'm feeling a litttle nostalgic because the Polar Express is playing in the background. Or maybe because Santa is riding around my home town on a brightly decorated fire engine. I tried to capture a picture of it as it came down my street but I am lousy with nighttime photos and this is what I ended up with.
As I write this post, I can still hear the sirens of Santa's fire engine as he rides around town, smiling and waving and tossing candy canes to all the good kids. Yes, this is small town America at it's best. And I am so happy and proud to be a part of it. Merry Christmas to everyone and a very happy and properous New Year, too!
Saturday, December 20, 2008
I visit her blog periodically but always seem to miss when the sampler boxes are available. Apparently, these boxes are hot commodities, disappearing faster than Jonas Brothers tickets being offered to 13 yo girls. That's pretty darn fast. Like Jonas tickets, you will have to pay for your sampler box, but, unlike Jonas tickets, this will only cost you $19.95. Trust me, it's a much better deal.
I managed to purchase December's sampler box simply because I signed up for their email alerts. December is already sold out (I told you so) but you can sign up for email notifications by visiting their website here and scrolling down to the Sampler Box Priority Notification spot. Anyway, I got my box yesterday, tore it open, and this is what I saw:
The bag contained 21 different items, if you include the bell. (I do because the bell is so cool and made me think of The Polar Express) That's less than $1 an item. What a bargain. Anyway, there were candles, cookies and tea lights; lotions, soaps, and sprays; a ring, a chocolate covered spoon, and a dill dip mix. There were so many goodies that I didn't know what to look at first. So I spread it out on the table and looked at it all!
In addition to the goodies, discount codes are provided for several of the sampling companies. If you like a product, you can go to their website or blog and use the discount code to order the full size. Isn't that cool? And they also include a contest ticket where you can win additional products or even the grand prize which is a free next month's sampler box.
Just so you know, I put everything back in the bag. I'm actually going to give this to Heather as a pre-Christmas present. I think she is going to love going through the bag and trying all the products. And I still benefit cause she will share it all with me. So stop wasting your time and go visit Out of the Box Sampler. And tell them Preston from Me and the Blue Skies sent you. I don't think it will get you or me anything extra, but I'm always open for a gratutious plug! Happy Holidays!
Update: I created this post on 1/18 and scheduled for it to post on 1/20. I left a note for my daughter on the morning of 1/19 that the grab bag was for her. I just rec'd this text:
OMG. I'm only half way thru bag. This is awesome. Coolest grab bag ever! I sooo love this!Is that a testimony or what?
Friday, December 19, 2008
The following video was created by the Westboro Baptist Church. If you want to know more about them, you can visit them at their website, www.godhatesfags.com. And that is not a misprint folks--that is the correct name of their website. What this proves to me is that people who hate make sure that they teach their children to hate. It's like the song from the musical, South Pacific (yes, I am a gay man so I must include Rodgers and Hammerstein references whenever possible), "You must be carefully taught." Children are not born evil and hateful, they're taught. And the following video is an example of what they are learning:
I really don't mean to bring on downer topics during the holiday season but hatred knows no season, cares for no holiday. It marches on whether it's sunny or cloudy, rainy or clear. And it's out there, waiting for your children.
I'm not a very religious man but I do believe people should have the right to worship whatever they believe in, and then, I see something like this. It shows the BIG difference between religion and God. What I mean is, man can interfere with religion and really mess it up, but God is God. Nobody can interfere with that. I know there are many religious people who read my blog so what do you think? Is this what your church teaches? Is this the God you know? If you believe in God, how do you think He feels about His name being used in this manner?
Thursday, December 18, 2008
It doesn't matter whether you are for or against this war. What matters is that our troops are overseas and away from their families. These are brothers and sisters; fathers and mothers; sons and daughters; and friends and neighbors. Even more so, they are our country men and women. How wonderful it would be for them to receive these great thank you notes, especially during this holiday season. Take a look at an example:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I'm laying in bed last night when I hear the "ding" sound my phone makes when it receives a text message. Even though it's in the living room on the charger, I hear it. So I get up and trudge to my phone. The text message is from my friend, Linda, and this is the picture that was in it.
Her son Zachary had strolled into her bedroom after work last night all dolled up as a Christmas elf. After laughing hysterically, she grabbed her phone, snapped a picture, and, of course, immediately sent it to me. Zach works at Graziano's, a local bar and restaurant that has been around forever. It seems that a few days ago he was talking to the owner's wife who was preparing for some event with Santa at the restaurant. She was going to play Mrs. Claus and had just gotten her costume. Zach jokingly said that she should have said something because he wanted to be an elf. Lo and behold he came into work last night and there was an elf costume for him. So folks, be careful what you say or you may end up wearing an elf costume while serving pasta in a restaurant. Don't you just love the two tone tights?
Monday, December 15, 2008
We're tight on space so we picked out a smaller tree but didn't it turn out beautiful? We have a zillion ornaments so we were not able to put them all on the tree. Instead, we got to pick and choose those special ornaments that mean the most to us. If you look almost center of the tree, you can see a teardrop shaped ornament that looks a little like a flag. Years ago I had purchased a bunch of "American Flag" style ornaments but nobody liked them and we never put them on the tree. This year Heather suggested we put one on in celebration of Obama getting elected. I thought that was a great idea and felt slightly vindicated for buying them all those years ago.
Although there are no more children running around my house, I still find Christmas to be a wonderfully magical time. Yes, I know it can be crazy and yes, I know it can get stressful and yes, I know that sometimes the gift giving can get out of hand BUT all you need to do is keep it in perspective. Enjoy what you have and don't worry about what you can or cannot give. Life's too short to not enjoy the love that this holiday season can bring.
Special Note: If you look closely at the bottom of the second picture, you can see part of Sissy in the middle and a little bit of Dave's ear on the right side.
Guffer has left a new comment on your post "Who Wouldn't Want a Fab-U-Lous Make-Over?":
Preston you little gay fairy. You're writings have the mark of an autistic downs syndrome sufferer. Why don't you just fuck off and allow an old woman suffering from parkinson's to shag you to death
While I was writing this post, I received two more "anonymous" comments. The first just said "faggot" and this was the second one:
Yes, as anyone who is 48 and into Tori Amos and Harry Potter is obviously a lonely homosexual deviant. Now fuck off you rat fanboy and take your queer, useless, talentless blog with you
I didn't post these last two comments but rather copied them here. Again, we probably have the same homophobic hater who spews his/her hate while hiding behind a computer. Hater person, you obviously don't have enough strength of character to actually stand behind your words with an accessible blog or email address. My response to you is pretty "straight"-forward. You can kiss my lily white little gay fairy ass for all I care. Your comments will never get posted on my blog again!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I've met so many cool bloggers through SITS, women from all walks of life and all types of backgrounds. It's fun, fabulous, and a perfect way to create dozens of new
Friday, December 12, 2008
I recently caught a holiday episode of the original Brady Bunch show. In all honesty, I wasn't watching the whole show--it was kind of on TV like background music while I was doing other things. I did stop to watch it for a moment. Apparently, somehow Mike had got roped into taking Cindy to the mall to see Santa Claus. She looked about 6 years old. Mike seemed anxious and I think he needed to get some last minute gifts or something. As they approached the area where Santa was, the line snaked around the store. Mike look miffed. Cindy, in all her wide-eyed innocence, said, "I don't mind waiting by myself, daddy." The next thing I know, Mike had dumped her in line and took off like a bat in hell. That's right folks. He left a 6 year old alone in line in the mall waiting to see Santa.
Perhaps in TV land, it's ok to leave your children unattended. After all, everyone smiled. Everyone was helpful. Every problem was resolved in 30 minutes or less. Or maybe it was just a one time mistake, an oversight by a network more concerned over showing Barbara Eden's belly button then it was in promoting proper parenting techniques. Besides, they'd never do that in the movies, would they?
Who doesn't love the movie, A Christmas Story. It's a wonderful tale about a little boy who wants a Red Ryder BB gun for Christmas and gets shot down by everyone. The classic line, "You'll shoot your eye out!" has been immortalized by this movie. Watching this movie during the holidays is as traditional as eggnog and jingle bells.
In one scene of the movie, the family takes their children to visit Santa at a local store. The store is full of wonderful Holiday characters, like the Wicked Witch of the West. Yes, nothing says Christmas like a green, crooked-nose witch all dressed in black with a pointy hat. Darren McGavin takes his boys to the line for Santa. He sees what he thinks is a short line, dumps his boys, and runs like hell. Anyone who's seen the movie knows that the line is miles long and the boys have to trudge to the very end. They almost miss seeing Santa because the store is about to close. Just as Santa finishes pushing Ralph down the sliding board with his foot, Mom and Dad appear.
So, were these people bad parents? No, not really. Apparently there was a time when you could leave your child in line waiting for Santa and no one would blink an eye. And your child would be safe. And your child would wait for you to return. Or at least there was a time when we thought these things were true. Ah the age of innocence! Merry Christmas all you moms and dads...and when you take your kiddies to see Santa, stay in line with them. I don't want to see you face plastered all over the six o'clock news!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Now I know RuPaul (who doesn't), Divine, and Lypsinka. I absolutely adore Charles Busch of Die, Mommy, Die! fame. I even own Girls Will Be Girls, yet I had no idea who Brini Maxwell is. I was ashamed! I was mortified! I was afraid they'd take away my Gay Card. (or at least the toaster oven they gave me when I came out of the closet!)
The most embarassing part is that Brini is so retro kitsch, being described as a cross between Martha Stewart and Donna Reed. If I was going to do drag on a regular basis, that's how I'd want to look-retro 1950/60's. (I collect 1960's Kitschy bar and glassware) Just look at that hair! Those earings! Those cocktails! And the wallpaper screams 1960's Eames Era Atomic Kitsch. This is someone I should have been following
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I would have to say that more than half of the roles I have played in the past 6 years I never auditioned for and this one is the same. A theatre friend of mine had already cast the show but the guy playing Pompey had a conflict for one of the dates and never said anything until after he was cast. I was asked to fill in and I agreed. The director then told the other guy he would have to share the role with me and the other guy quit. Yes, local theatre is chock full of divas.
The problem with doing Shakespeare is, well, that it's Shakespeare. The dialect can be very hard to follow and, don't hate me for saying this, it can be quit boring. Even with top notch performances, it is hard to get people to come to a Shakespeare show. But I am excited about this one.
We are doing the show with a 1930's/40's gangster theme. My character is being played like a gangster to the hilt. He also talks with a gangster, new york/bronx voice, sort of like Joe Pesce in My Brother Vinnie. It's a voice I can do fairly well but it's kind of hard using that voice with Shakespeare's words. But it's very funny.
I promise not to let my blog suffer but I will have to devote some time to learning my lines and attending rehearsals. The show opens the weekend of Valentine's Day so we only have two months to get the show together. And I am going to Orlando on business right before our tech week in February. That means I will be a crazy man in early February. And hopefully, I'll have some fun posts to write about my rehearsals and preparing for the show. And pictures, too.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
1. It is now 11am and I have done no work at all. My boss is hovering around my desk like a vulture. (Well he normally does that.) Anwyay, I will respond to any future responses when I get home tonight, as I MUST GET SOME WORK DONE CONSIDERING THAT I'M BEING PAID TO DO MY TRADESHOW STUFF AND NOT BLOG.
2. Mr. Know-It-All now realizes that when you get 5,000 comments, it sure is difficult to respond to all of them. It's much easier when you get two or three at a pop. Needless to say, I will respond to each and every one of them. Eventually. By 2012. No later, I swear!
3. Responding to comments in your blog by posting a comment in your blog is only one way of acknowledging your readers. Other ways include responding via email or visiting the commenter's blog and making a comment there. As long as you do SOMETHING, then you are a good blogger.
Mr. Know-It-All thanks you all, in advance, for your kindness and patience!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
For some reason she has decided that I deserve Captain Dumbass's This Blog's Got Booty award. The award looks like a pirate's flag, all black with a big old skull and crossbones. A perfect fit for a gay man, NOT! And speaking of BIG and perfect fits, she also had the nerve to reference Mr. Vader's pee pee in the same post. While Mr. Smiley appreciates all references to his favorite male protruding part, he prides himself in being able to ignore reacting to those that belong to his female friend's husbands, boyfriends, and/or potential suitors. (And she gave ME the Captain Dumbass award. Makes ya think, huh?)
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I know I'm lazy and should post something of substance but it's the weekend. I'm supposed to be cleaning and I don't feel like it. The house is a $#!+ hole and I don't care. (See Tattooed Minivan Mom, people can use curse words without actually using them. Don't you like the way I cleverly disguised the word shit?
Friday, December 5, 2008
Now I know what you’re thinking. During the holiday season, EVERYONE has their hand out. And with times being as hard as they are, more people are in need and less people are able to help out. I’m sure each of those needy people/organizations deserve assistance, but we all can’t help everyone and in some cases, we can’t even afford to help ourselves, let alone someone else. But this program is unique.
Unique? How? Because you don’t have to spend a dime, unless you want to. Let me give you a little background information first. Meaghan over at I Kicked Cancer’s Ass and The Bean decided to put together a program to bring a little joy to cancer patients during the holiday season. It’s very simple. She supplies you a name and you supply the love.
You may be wondering how you can send someone something as intangible as “love.” It’s easier than you think. Don’t have any money? That’s not a problem. Have kids? (I know most of you SITStas out there have kids a-plenty.) Ask them to draw pictures, get well cards, and Christmas scenes to send to your recipient. Nothing is more heartwarming than a hand drawn picture from a child. Are you crafty? Perhaps you make jewelry, hats, or magnets. Whatever you do make, I bet you have leftover samples you could give or extra materials that you could use to make a special gift, all at little or not cost to you.
To participate, follow the instructions on Meaghan’s site or simply email her at email@example.com. I’ve already done so and my recipient is a woman who has recently been diagnosed with cervical cancer. With the help from my friend Linda (who works at Barnes & Nobles), I was able to purchase an inspirational book and a beautiful journal for about $20. What you choose to do is up to you, but please make sure you choose to participate.
I know this is getting long but last October I was going through a horrible personal crisis that consumed my whole life. At the same time this was occurring to me, my Stepfather (Al) had a debilitating stroke that devastated my mother. We were also riding on the coattails of the sudden death of a beloved Aunt and the subsequent death of her husband from Altzheimer’s. My biological father had stopped talking to me and my relationship with my sister was strained at best. I didn’t think life could get any worse until just a few days after my tragedy and Al’s stroke, the doctor told Heather (my daughter) that she might have breast cancer.
At 27 years old, she never gave a second thought about breast cancer. No one in our family ever had it. With one little announcement, every other problem seemed so unimportant except for Al’s rehabilitation. Heather had no insurance and we embarked upon a very long and tiring journey through the world of charity care and breast cancer. To make a long story short (I know, too late), they took a small chunk of her left breast and she is cancer free. But what I remember most during that very difficult time was the kindness, caring, and generosity of others. And that helped make the journey easier--somewhat bearable. If I can do the same for someone else, damn it, I’m gonna. And I know you can too.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Why would you extend the common courtesy of a response to any means of communication yet ignore the comments on your blog? First of all, you've taken time and effort to write a post for your blog. And someone out there has taken the time and effort to not only read your post, but write a comment to it. Doesn't that deserve an acknowledgement?
So I started posting responses to every comment on my blog, even if it was just to say thanks for stopping by. And you know what? I love it! It makes blogging so much more rewarding. I feel like I'm really reaching out to people and they are reaching out to me. Trust me, nothing's worse than leaving what you think is a cool and clever response to a post and the blogger does not respond. Am I not worthy? Was what I said so stupid and worthless that it did not deserve a response? Do I want my blogger guests to feel like that? I sure don't!
If you want people to come back to your blog, treat them with respect. Let them know you appreciate their comments by commenting back. It's common courtesy. Don't hide behind your computer. Don't be that guy driving down the highway picking his nose and thinking no one can see him when we all can. (I don't know what that has to do with blogging but I just hate it when people do that.) Remember this, people who read your blog are your guests and, in a way, your customers as well. Treat them as such and they will come back again and again.
Disclaimer: If you do leave responses and I left you out, don't think I don't appreciate you cause I sure do. I just wanted to give a few examples and I couldn't list everyone.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Well since I was reminiscing over some old pictures for my Merry SITSmas post, I thought it would be fun to look at some more pics. I hope you got as much a kick out of these as I did.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Four other people were hurt but survived the mayhem, including a pregnant woman. But more was to come. Seemingly unsatisfied with the initial horror of Jdimytai's death, shoppers loudly complained and staunchly resisted when Wal-Mart tried to close the store, continuing to shop and save even when asked to leave. Forget about humanity, forget about what Christmas is really about, forget about the man laying dead on the floor, what really mattered to these New York shoppers was saving money on a lousy HD LCD TV.
Is this what we have become, a nation that values saving money over good will towards men? Are times so bad and money so tight that saving a few dollars on non-essential luxury gifts is more important than a man's life? Where is the compassion? What happened to human dignity? I wonder what went through Jdimytai's mind in those last desperate moments as he was trampled by those holiday shoppers. I'm sure it wasn't, "Damn, I'm not going to be able to get that 37" TV for $799."
The police are reviewing the tapes to see if they can identify the shoppers and bring them to justice. But what justice is there for taking a life so carelessly? We as Americans need to take a step back and decide what is really important in our world today. I am sure that the people in that crowd are good people, with family, friends, and co-workers who care about them. And yet, for some reason on Black Friday, they were able to participate in what I call murder -- as senseless a murder as they come. And then to rub salt in the wounds, the refused to leave the store in respect of a man's death. We all should be sickened by this shameful demonstration of callousness and cold-heartedness. America, what have we become? Im afraid to think what might be the answer.