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HAHAHAHA! I heard that last night on the comedy channel and was hysterical for a good five minutes afterwards... although in my defense, I was exhausted and had just spent nine hours in a grocery store. So, I spent the day doing nothing, so far anyway. I managed to get Ventrilo installed and got Davey to come, too and then they all teamed up on me... but I can handle it it's pretty cool. I talked to Adrian Michaels, Rakuten, Lost Cause, Tob, and Davey for a while. It was pretty easy to install actually, and get set up... and i'm pretty challenged when it comes to that stuff so... I started UTBOS - Part 5 and have 1000 words done... so far so good, right? But the discussion that occurred with Steve prior to that was rather interesting, so I wondered what you guys thought since I had the almost exact same conversation with a few other guys in Com's chat the same night. So this is the BIG question: Do you believe that there are no original plots or stories to be told anymore? And that the only thing that is original is the way it's told? OR Do you believe that there is always a new story to tell, and a way to tell it, without following the 'normal' boy meets boy, add a dash of angst, etc... format? We were discussing what I was going to write besides UTBOS and I know what I want to write, I just need to figure out 'their' story so help me out and answer the question, okay? Besides, Davey is pushing me for something without ranches and horses and cowboys... So this is blog 180 Good lord! But I love it... and also... I saw the survey thing Patrick did, and it was silly, and I liked it so here are my answers, too. What's your favorite Dr. Seuss book? One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish... or Hop on Pop... it's a toss up. If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be? Hmm, maybe with Rory and Loralie on Gilmore Girls? Seriously... no clue. With the Friends? What's the longest you've gone without sleep? Thirty-something hours... that was no good. What's your favorite Barry Manilow song? Umm... NO! Who's your favorite Muppet? Fozzy Bear What's the habit you're proudest of breaking? I actually have no idea... hmm. What's your favorite Web site? Depends on the day, but probably GA. Somewhere I can read. What's your favorite school supply? Pencils. Who's your favorite TV attorney? Alex from Law and Order. I also loved Angie Harmon when she was on the show, and Dylan McDermott when his show was on. What was your most recent trip of more than 50 miles? San Francisco! What's the best bargain you've ever found at a garage sale or thrift store? Hmm, not a frequent shopper there. Maybe some toy for a quarter the kids thought they really wanted. Where were you on September 11, 2001? Anaheim Memorial Hospital, giving birth to my son. What's your favorite tree? Hmm, I like smaller, green ones, but then also, anything that produces something I like to eat, like avocados or plums. What's the most interesting biography you've read? I have no idea... guess it wasn't so interesting eh? What do you order when you eat Chinese food? Depends if I'm being 'good' or not, but usually steamed rice and vegetable chop suey. If not, orange chicken and fried rice. What's the best costume you've ever worn? The Cat in the Hat? What's your least favorite word? c**t... I HATE this word. If you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be? I'm gonna go with California here, but I'm sure it would be shortened to Callie Who's your favorite Care Bear? Psh! Sunshine Bear! Describe something that's happened to you for which you have no explanation: That I've been this height since I was 12 and in the 8th grade If you could travel anywhere in Africa, where would it be? I'd love to see the culture and the people, but somewhere safe. What did you have for lunch yesterday? La Salsa with Rich Where do you go for advice? Hmm, Davey, Jeff, or Steve, I guess. Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus? Thesaurus... Have you ever been snorkeling? Scuba diving? Yes, but I sucked at it, and no. Have you ever been stung by a bee? Yes, two or three times. What's the sickest you've ever been? Pneumonia What's your favorite form of exercise? Swimming, aerobics, walking. What's your favorite Cyndi Lauper song? Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. What did you do for your 13th birthday? I have no idea anymore. Are you afraid of heights? Sometimes, more afraid of falling to my death! Have you ever taken dance lessons? No, but I'd love to. What's your favorite newspaper? The kind that comes wrapped around a present that comes in the mail! What's your favorite Broadway musical? I haven't actually seen any. What's the most memorable class you've ever taken? Hmm, AP Government and Economics, senior year. What's your favorite knock-knock joke? Knock, knock. Who's there? BOO! Boo, who? Aww, don't cry... What's your favorite commercial? Jack in the Box commercials are fantastic... chipotopple? chipoodle? If you could go to Disney World with any celebrity alive today, who would it be? I have no idea... so I'll just pick Justin Timberlake so my sweetie could come along and meet him. Do you prefer baths or showers? Showers. Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight? Umm, EWW! and I don't have a bedpost anyway! What's your favorite breakfast food? Hmm, omelets? Fruit. Who's your favarite game show host? Who's the guy from the dating game? We'll be back in two and two... THAT guy! If you could have a super power, what would it be? Hmm, I guess to be able to read minds or to know something bad was going to happen so I could stop it. Do you like guacamole? OMG! SO MUCH! Have you ever been in a food fight? No. Name five songs to which you know all the lyrics (better yet, sing them) Anything in my car at the moment, or on my cycled playlist. What's your favorite infomercial? Ugh, I try to avoid those, but I guess it used to be the Popeil Pasta Maker, but I like that Super Blender one now so... I dunno. What's the longest you've ever waited in line? Two hours at Disneyland... LAME! What's on the cover of your address book or day planner? Umm the cover it came with. Have you ever taken a picture in one of those little booths? I don't think so... pout! That is all... Hugs, Viv PS. Don't forget to answer the question!!!!!!!!!!

Hey Foxy, It seems to me that he is making the choice for them by choosing to not attend events and distancing himself from them, and that's fine, his choice, right? Except... I know how this goes down, and he'll blame you, and he'll call you selfish and inconsiderate for not making the same sacrifices as he did so he could go sometimes instead. It never ceases to amaze me how totally Jr. High some people can act even though it's been about ten years since they've been there. I guess I could share my best friend horror story here if you're interested. We were best friends since I was like... four or five years old. We lived three houses down the street from each other. Played together every day, sleepovers, shared clothes, the whole deal... until I met Rich. She didn't want to share me with anyone... and so I had to choose. I tried to be fair, to include her, to make time for her that didn't include him, but how fair is that when I can't talk about him and she doesn't want to know about it? So finally she just decided I was a huge bitch, and that was the end. But wait, there's more... So about that time... she was pregnant, and a year after she had her daughter, I had mine. She still lives 3 houses down from me, and our kids still play every day and are best friends, sleepovers, sharing clothes, the whole deal. And we rarely speak... and if we do it's because she called here to find her kid and all I say is 'Hello' and all she says is "Is my kid there?" and I say, "Yeah, hang on..." and that is how we have survived the last fourteen years basically. TOTALLY LAME if you ask me... but it was her choice. I've always been right here and she's always been the one making excuses and calling names and placing blame. Her loss... I went on, and if she wants to exclude herself from things because of me, that's her choice, but I won't do it. My only advice is that you make it clear he has a choice to make. You already made yours... and whatever he chooses, you'll respect it, but it would be nice if he could respect yours, too. PS... Try acting like an adult... Hope that helps... Viv PS. Thanks for the card! I didn't have your address so I couldn't send you one but I miss you like mad!

Like he should be whining... he was the youngest and I wasn't complaining... Come on Cowboy!

I know that we haven't tested the great kisser bit yet, but I agree with the rest of your description...

Everything else it said was really nice... and it's something to work toward a goal... right? Just kidding

I got this from a friend... and normally I don't do this stuff, but it says fun, nice stuff about me so why not, right? P

Obviously Gay Trait... What are yours? (Besides that you like boys...)

Happy 40th Birthday, Petey! This is your decade so smile! Hugs, Viv

We were eating, and my son does this snap thing with his fingers while having some ridiculous, but harmless, one-upping contest with my daughter and Rich says, "Was that a gay snap? Like, is that one of his OGT's?" So this is me tattling on him for using an acronym properly and knowing what it means Then we had to discuss the difference in snaps, like 50's jive snapping versus the 'FABULOUS' snap... and it was just really f**king funny! Besides that... Steve got irate on my behalf and I :wub it! Davey made it home without sliding off a runway, but with getting frisked Jeff helped me sell my site Anyway, work in the morning... Hugs, Viv PS. Yes, Toby, the girl times are OVER!

Happy Birthday, Robbie! Hope you have a GREAT 21st!! Hugs Viv

Happy Birthday, Hylas! Hope you have a great day and a fantastic year. Hugs Viv

Hey Vin, So I think when he said getting textual, he meant like 'sexual' but via text messages on cell phones... but not really... just sounded fun And I call someone I know a cowboy, and that was the only cowboy reference I could think of so I used it. A skinny tie is like a regular tie but thinner, not as wide across... sorta popular in the '80's and now again. http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/gallery-image595.html Val Kilmer was in a movie called Top Gun and he was a pilot and his pilot handle (name) was Iceman. And the someone I edit for is Steve, the guy on the right in that same picture. And when I said 'you know where' that was me being in denial about having to go to W-O-R-K Hope that clears up some stuff... Hugs, Viv PS. Ask KT or Jeff...

So Joey is the man today. My hero! The one with the gigantic... brain that he uses for good and not evil... mostly I made a myspace a while back so I could see pictures of my nephew, but I hardly ever use it, and when I showed it to Jeff, he said it was girly... which I am, and it was... so anyway, I tried to make it cooler looking and ended up screwing it all up... big surprise so I talked my cowboy into fixing it for me. Then he said, "lol what the hell did you do to this?" Which goes to show how truly challenged I am when it comes to that kind of stuff. I thought I was following the directions... :wacko: Anyway, he fixed it, it's cute! and so yay! Thanks Cutie! Rich and I had to go to a belated Christmas/New Year party for his work last Sunday... it was interesting/entertaining. Rich hates parties, and large groups of people, and doing anything where he is expected to be social. He doesn't drink, dance, talk to strangers, so the whole drive there he was grumbling about having to go. I just reminded him that's why he is married to me and that he'd be fine. We were the weird aged people there this time though. His bosses and a few other guys are in their forties and then everyone else is early twenties and college students or something so it was interesting fitting in with both groups. So everytime he would introduce me, he would say, "This is my wife, Vivian," and they would all say, "OH GOOD! Now you can tell us about Rich!" and he would make this face... which I thought was pretty humorous. And then we ate, and the tables were pool tables, with pads and table cloths on top, and after we finished eating, his bosses go up and start talking and saying how much they appreciated everyones hard work and how excited they are to see the growth and changes over the coming year, etc. Then they start talking about the employee of the month thing they decided to start doing, but since they make Ice Sculptures, they decided to call this person Iceman or woman of the month. So as they were talking, and he said that, I leaned over and asked, "Like Val Kilmer style?" and they all giggled with me. They announce Iceman of the Month, and it's Rich, and everyone is clapping, and he's blushing and fidgeting cause they want him to go up in front of everyone to get his award, and then when he does, his one boss says, "Now Rich is going to say a few words..." and everyone looked at Rich who was like and burst out laughing cause we all know that he is NEVER gonna do that. If he hadn't been so nervous, it would totally be something Rich would do to reply, "You can be my wingman anytime..." and walk off... but nerves equal not so funny and clever Rich. We played some games and then Rich's boss asked him to play some pool, so I shoved him ocer and made him play. He played some shuffleboard type of game with the other boss and was finally having some fun GASP! And I spent the rest of the evening talking to the wives of his bosses. Also there was this guy there that a few of the other guys were teasing cause he wore a skinny tie, and so I stepped up and said that skinny ties were way cool, I mean they must be if Joey wore one in SF right? My niece broke her arm a few days ago Davey wants to know when I'm gonna write something non-cowboy... not sure though. Steve says we get textual... and I agree... we're like these flirty, hold-nothing-back texters. (Gymnasts, hockey players, swimmers... etc.) BOYS ALL OVER THE WORLD HAVE HEADACHES RIGHT NOW! Plus since we have the same affinity for... well, it just works out. I've been grumpy with girl issues lately... so that should be over in a few days and Davey and I can be done PMSing... trust me, it's not pretty when the two of us get bitchy. I've been listening/singing this one sad song over and over again, but it's really pretty, too. It's called Almost Lovers by A Fine Frenzy. OH! SO... a certain someone I edit for has finished the first chapter of a certain story he's writing.. and I gotta tell you... some of the best writing I've seen in a while is waiting for you all in that chapter! The man has mad skills... and if he's that good with words and a keyboard... sheesh! Imagine the possibilities... Ugh, I have to be 'you know where' in two hours... :wacko: and tomorrow night, too, but then I get Friday and Saturday off so... that's cool! Hugs! Viv PS. JOEY!!! Thanks again! Love ya, KewlGirlViv HAHAHAHAHA! PS AGAIN. We're building bridges Angel!

A competition for best ass... and between Ariel and Ryan? GASP! NO ONE should EVER be forced to decide that, even if it would be a nice perk to be a judge. I'm not convinced that Ryan's recent 'sadness' is from them having to keep their feelings and love a secret, although I'm sure it adds to the weight of whatever it is that's really upsetting him, and for the record, I hate seeing him so sad. He's supposed to be a beautiful, happy boy who's in love and enjoying that feeling that nothing else can compare to. I think it's so endearing to watch Randy try and supress the hormonal, sexual urges and need he has to just be with Ryan so he can tell him how he feels, and then when he does, it's like exactly what Ryan needs to hear. Like magic, he feels so much better. It almost is magic when you find that special someone that always knows how to make you feel better. Knows exactly what you're saying, even when you don't say it outright, and knows how you're really feeling, and then can set aside his own... urges to remind you that you mean more to him than anything. Thanks Com!

I have a rather strong affinity for the Scottish accent myself

Hey Girlie Happy Birthday~ Hope it's a great year for you! Hugs, Vivian

This gorgeous boy I know (thanks Vin ) gave me this link last night and I took this test and this is what it says about me. Pretty dead on accurate if you ask me... If you'd like to take this, too... http://kts2.personalityzone.com > Take the KTS-II > Take It! Then register... it's free, and answer the questions... and to get the additional info, you have to join, which is also free... Rich took it too. He agrees it's accurate, but he's not sure he likes that he is what he is. Your Temperament Type is: Idealist Your Character Type is: Teacher All Idealists share the following core characteristics: Idealists are enthusiastic, they trust their intuition, yearn for romance, seek their true self, prize meaningful relationships, and dream of attaining wisdom. Idealists pride themselves on being loving, kindhearted, and authentic. Idealists tend to be giving, trusting, spiritual, and they are focused on personal journeys and human potentials. Idealists make intense mates, nurturing parents, and inspirational leaders. Idealists as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self--always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials. Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things. Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a "soulmate," someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds. Idealists are relatively rare, making up no more than 15 to 20 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers. Overview of the Teacher: Teachers are motivational and can influence others around them with great ease. They are people-oriented and focused on maintaining morale. They work well with personnel and their enthusiasm is inspiring to others. They can be very creative in finding ways for people to participate on teams and are likely to arrange social functions to gather people. They are expressive and intuitive and are more likely to make "people" their highest priority over the task or project. Teachers tend to make good-natured leaders and usually have groups of followers. They are empathetic, handle people with charm and charisma, and are well-liked. They can easily place themselves into the feelings and situations of others to genuinely understand their point of view and needs. Idealist Teachers and Career Considerations Teachers thrive in an environment that provides opportunities for learningand for personal and professional growth. Teachers communicate well with other people, even when they have conflicting viewpoints. Teachers may have a tendency to meddle in other people's affairs or begin to believe that they are always right about what other people should do. Love and Relationships for the Idealist Teacher For your love life to be its most successful, you'll want to achieve an equalbalance of give and take. When it comes to finding a mate, you're apt to be drawnto the very qualities in others that you feel you lack yourself. As a result,types who are more happy-go-lucky and content with the status quo can be veryattractive to you. Chances are, you admire the way this kind of person is ableto make their way through life without the weight of the world on their shoulders.You probably also appreciate their carefree sense of optimism. During the earlystages of relationships, the differences between you and your mate are likely tobe especially endearing and fun. The Idealist Teacher's Learning Style Teachers like to work and learn in groups. Teachers like to learn things that are personally meaningful. Teachers like to learn things that promote the common good. Teachers like to reconcile the past and the future. Teachers are motivated to learn to please those who care about them. Hugs, Viv

Happy last day of 2007 everyone! Kay that's done... So I just finished making home made salsa and it's SOOOOOO yummy, but now, as I'm eating it, I keep licking my fingers and they're spicy! I washed my hands three times since I made it... freakin' peppers... So update on my 12 year-old... she managed to talk me into grounding her for a second week by being over at that same kid's house again, with those same boys, while she was grounded, and then lying about it. This is how it went down... short version (like me) Rich's sister was over here one afternoon borrowing one of our computers, and I had told her the whole story from the week before, and then after she was done hanging out here, she left. My phone rings, and it's Rich's sister asking me if my daughter is supposed to be home now, cause she just drove past, and there she is standing there with her friends. So I say thanks, and wait fifteen minutes till she finally comes home, and when she walks in I say, "You wanna tell me why you were down there again?" and she proceeds to tell me it wasn't her and act irate, like my questioning her is absurd. I point out that at this point, I'm not sure why I should believe anything she says, and that she must think that I'm really stupid, and does she really expect me to believe that her aunt doesn't know what she looks like? So I call Rich's sister and ask her what my daughter was wearing today when she 'allegedly' saw her at her friends house. "Uh huh, white shirt, blue pants, hair down... got it, thanks!" Needless to say, my daughter in her white shirt, blue pants, and hair down wasn't too pleased. First day of freedom after all that, and she screwed up again, for the exact same thing! :wacko: So this time I went with, "I'm not mad, I'm just confused. I don't get why you don't understand..." and of course she thinks I'm being mean, so then I pointed out that my behavior is a reaction to her behavior, and if she doesn't like mine, maybe she should change what she's doing... all up to her. Anyway, I think that may have helped some... So I've been baking an abnormal amount of cookies, and it seems I need to send my angel some, too, so I think I'll do that on Wednesday. I baked like a zillion of them on the Saturday night before Christmas and then took a GINORMOUS amount of them to work. Two kinds, chocolate chip toffee, and oatmeal raisin butterscotch, along with the BEST lemon cake EVER!!! I told everyone at work that I brought cookies, and everyone was munching on them all day. Anyway, there's this kid I work with, Ryan, who thinks he's like... 'the shit' or something. So when he walked in, I told him about the cookies, and in that way that only teenage boys are capable of doing, he was suddenly starving and so excited. I walked in the office to get back to work, and then someone is knocking on the door, so I open it, and Ryan walks in and just hugs me. It was pretty silly, but totally cute, too. Anyway, so I made Steve some cookies and a cake too, and he was like butterscotch...? But I swear they are SOOOOOOO good! I took the kids, and the cookies, and the cake, and the present, and drove out there, no directions needed and somehow he bamboozled me and stole the bill at dinner... but I had fun, even if Steve is sure that having kids should wait another LONG while after our visit. Maybe mine are better than the antichrists... but who knows? And the kids love Steve! Even Annemarie, after her whole 'gay monologue'. Matthew is crazy about him, which I think is beyond cool, and Annemarie loves material things about him, so far, but she'll get it figured out... she loves his cats, and his two story house, and that he buys her presents, and lets her pick restaurants... even if she can't see all the amazing reasons I love him just yet... she will soon. So then there's this whole other thing going on... You know when you have something, and you see it every day, and it means the world to you for all the right reasons, like a picture on a wall that a friend bought you on impulse at a yard sale one random Saturday, and then one day, you move, and you hang the picture in your new place, and it's the most beautiful, perfect picture and you're so glad that you can finally see it in the way it deserves to be seen? And then you have a housewarming party, and that friend that gave you the picture on a whim that one Saturday years ago comes over, and sees the picture as it should be, looking as beautiful and fantastic as it can, and they can't think of a better gift to have given anyone... ever. That's how I feel about this. I'm just really... satisfied? Like... I don't want to say the picture was flawed, or the frame broken, more like... where it hung on the wall, it was half hidden behind some curtains, but really seeing it come to life after walking past it every day makes me so very, very happy. Someone drew the curtains back, and the sunshine that is coming through the window makes it easier to see, and it's so amazing, and beautiful, and makes you smile... renews your faith in painters and reminds you that nothing is a greater gift than to experience that painting for what it truly is, and to remember how much of himself the artist had to put out there for everyone to see. Seems to me that a hundred baby steps still equals a few good adult steps forward, even if you fall down on your diapered bottom and have to get back up on those chubby little legs and keep going... you still get there. (And no, I do NOT think your legs are chubby!) So Christmas was good. I didn't want to kill my sister, and it's the first year Davey has been where I can talk to him on Christmas Day. I beat Rich's dad at Scrabble, so that was cool... and Santa brought my kids bikes... seemed fitting this year I'm gonna have to find a way to thank that man for being the angel he is... Happy New Year everyone! Be the change you wish to see in the world... Viv

I can't even vote cause I don't like any of the choices, personally. I have thought about this alot lately... and my opinion is this: If it's my story, and I'm the deceased author... There are a few people who I have mutual admiration for who really know me well, and aassuming they thought they could do it, and wanted to, I'm okay with that. If I'm the person finishing someone else's story... If I was asked by someone who I felt had the right to do so, and if I thought I could do it justice, and if I knew what his/her plans were to finish the story, then, and ONLY then, would I even consider trying. Mostly I think that it's not my story to tell and while it's sad that it would never be finished... it's not the end of the world. Funny how my opinion is different when I'm the writer instead of the deceased... :wacko: Viv

Happy Birthday, Vincent! Hope it was a first of days to come full of smiles and much happiness. Love, Viv

I LOVE the D&G ad even though I have absolutely NO idea what specific product they are trying to sell, and I could care less. I think it was a great ad to run. I'll pick your mom up and take her out to lunch... and then I'll take her for a complimentary "removal of head from assectomy" that comes free with every meal with Viv... Seriously, I know she pisses you off, and I *KNOW* it hurts you... but she's not got it all together when it comes to this subject, and one day when she says "Kids shouldnt be subjected to that..." you can tell her that I would "subject" my kids to it EVERY day for the opportunity to know that my kids know that it's okay to love who you want to love and to show that person how you feel. Also, one of these days when she's saying that shit, which it is, and is trying to argue with you about it, and you say to her, "So, I guess what I'm hearing is that you think I'm sick and that no children should ever be subjected to me, and that I don't deserve the right to love whomever I choose to love and spend my life with? Is that really what you think of me?" And I know the answer terrifies you, but if she says the wrong thing, she's gonna have me inher living room telling her what a total moron she is and there's room here in my house with my kids who I'd gladly subject to you daily... I love you, Steve, and I think you're a fantastic man... and I think, she does, too. She's just afraid and confused and needs to figure out what's important and right here, and I can't think of a better man to teach her how confused and ridiculous she is. Love, Your Doll

Well let's see... At six years old he has been kissed on the mouth by another boy, has 5 pictures of boys hanging by his bed, and wants a rainbow birthday... Stereotypes? Maybe... copying his big sister the poster queen? Likely... Wants a pot of gold for his birthday and figured that was the best way to get it? Who knows... Do I care? Not at all... he is who he is, and I'll love him, even if it turns out he's straight

... or is it just mine? I swear this girl is gonna be the death of me... I went outside with Matty at 3:20 to get in the car to go do some errands before I had to be back here by 4:30 to let Annemarie in the house after practice... I see her down the street in her best friend

Happy 27th Birthday, Davey! Wishing you a year of smiles and love. Hope you have a great birthday, Sweetie! Love you, Viv

Yes... yes he is. Hugs, I am Viv (who thinks life should be a 'label free zone' and that includes people and blogs)