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Andrew lives
in Columbia, Missouri with his partner, Jim, and their canine
stalker, Cowboy.
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Friday, November 29, 2002
My legs ache. I blame the two trips to the gym today to get out of the house. Exercise is a nice excuse to get away from the in-laws. They seem to eat a lot and watch a lot of loud TV -- I simply can't stand to do that much vegging, and there is nowhere in the house to escape the loudness of it all. It's a pretty big house, but they are all just so noisy. The good news is that the calorie-meter on the bicycle at the gym says that, considering my two trips, I've burned off half a turkey. Even the dog is tired from this visit. This morning, Jim's family went with him to do some shopping. Cowboy (our dog, aka our stalker) and I collapsed on the living room floor and didn't really move until their return. We're just exhausted.
I put a link at the left of my blog page to our house pictures. We moved in in August. It took nearly a year to buy the lot, work with the architect, and have it built, but we're glad to be all settled. And, as someone noted this morning here at home, everything is now a "first" in the new house. A year of first birthdays, holidays, etc.
I'm really looking forward to my Key West get-away. The sad part is that I don't really talk about it with Jim since that's kind of a sore spot (read previous blog on the "deal" and how it didn't come to fruition for Jim). Anyway, it'll be a well-needed (and deserved) break!
-andrew
6:40 PM
Thursday, November 28, 2002
Well, the turkey is now in the oven and the requisite Clorox kitchen disinfection is now complete (I'll stop short of describing icky bacterio-turkey juice...). I can easily handle prepping the bird on my own, but thank goodness for Jim and his ability to deal with minutia -- he can really get into cleaning.
Before tackling the turkey, I was browsing through the newspaper ads that promise a butt-crack early shopping bonanza tomorrow. I really have my eye on the Easy-Bake oven for $9.88 at Target -- and I discovered that Wal-Mart also has the item on "sale" for $16. I thought Wal-Mart was supposed to be cheaper, but who wants to go there when you can go to Target. I mentioned the plastic/lightbulb oven bargains to Jim, in a pseudo-hint, but in all honesty the situation is that I don't actually want the Easy-Bake oven for christmas, but I just want to think about the idea of it. A lot.
7:47 AM
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
And, okay, this is my second post -- which should be a bit more substantive now that I've figured this out. This is pretty easy.
I guess I was inspired to start a blog by my partner, Jim, and a recently discovered blogger, Jimbo (two separate people). Jimbo is really cute and could probably talk me into just about anything. Jim's cute, too, which is a good thing since he's been the first thing I've seen every morning the past 6 years. Jim can talk me into almost anything, except when I'm feeling fat.
As I write this, Jim is watching TV as an avoidance maneuver with regard to his masters' thesis. He admitted the other day that it's about five years now on the ol' thesis. No bitterness here. So, as an 'incentive' to finish it, I told him several months ago that I was taking a nice vacation this December and he could go only if he finished his thesis. The plot has turned out something like this: one un-finished thesis (jim), one roundtrip ticket to Key West (drew), and somebody is staying home and a bit jealous (guess who). Okay, call me evil, but I'm the one with the suntan lotion in hand.
I stand corrected. Instead of watching TV, Jim was watching TV and simultaneously ironing our guest bath showercurtain (don't worry, it's fabric, not vinyl). Only a gay man would be concerned about a wrinkled showercurtain. And his insatiable fascination with Charo. Let's all say it together now, "Coochie!"
drew
6:54 PM
Hey, folks, this is my first post.
6:37 PM
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