I have been distant from the blog / podcast for some time now. I have let my followers down in bringing them my life for a few weeks. That’s because the quarter is coming to an end. Yes, Spring Quarter is fading out.

Finals will be Tuesday and then I will be able to breathe easier. First to end, that wretched Payroll Accounting. Thank God for allowing this course to end. It has been the hugest thorn in the side of all the others I talk to regularly in the accounting program. The professor has even gone to the lengths of not sending quarter surveys to me and others who have voiced our opinions of dislike of the happenings during the class. Very classy, let me tell ya!

Secondly, off to the Computerized Accounting final that is all about Quickbooks. YES! I believe I have this one under my belt. This class and professor, the program director, have been wonderful. This is a class I would take over and over again. An online class should be something you can teach yourself, but if a question arises, be able to get a clear answer from the class moderator. This was the epitome of an online class.

After the finals are through, I can spend time finishing up the planning for the hike coming up at the end of June. I can’t wait! More news to come on that.

If you have a moment, go over to Pride 48and check out the live show schedules. I will be participating in this years podcast-athon! Yes, 48 gay hours of podcasting from your favorite podcasters. Check out the shows that are playing now and then go back to the site from June 25-27 to hear the live broadcasts.

The Gay Country Boy loves ya!

Gay Comic Geek…you keep making your wonderful vids! Oh please keep making them!

I have to say this in a somewhat defense of Jockey.  I know a guy from the mountains of Georgia who wears them.  He has found this line (I wish I knew which one it is) that wraps around his package.  I saw him at the campground we have been members of for years.  He was taking a morning walk in his briefs.  I looked up and almost choked on my oatmeal.  He walked up the embankment toward my tent and we started a conversation.  When I saw he was wearing Jockey briefs, the first question that jumped out my mouth was, “Are you not hurting?”  He said no and that this line stretched incredibly well.  I said, “Meh!” because I am a firm believer that to comfortably wear a pair of briefs, you should not have to STRETCH anything.  The 2xist briefs I buy never have to be stretched because they realize a grown man will be wearing their product.  Anyway, like the slut I can be, I had to find out what was inside the briefs.  When he lowered them, the balls that were encased in that pouch took my breath away.  Every stitch in the front of those briefs had to be stretched to its limit.  Big Fatty, the International Internet Celebrity, might need to find a pair of these.  They sat in my palm with overflow.  Yes, the description of bull balls would fit him perfectly.

There are guys who love to wear Jockey underwear and there are those that hate the thought of spending their money on something so restraining.  When I put on a pair, I feel as though I am putting on a pair of these key chain briefs.  I have bought a few pair and have given them away within the same week.  Maybe one day, we will see a pair of Jockey underwear sold in stores that support and handle a good sized man without him crying before the day is over.  Now that I think about it, do they purposefully make them restricting so that they are never used in porn? Hmmm, that’s something I had never thought of before.  Good point!

I know I am late in getting this news, but it still sent a shock wave through my nervous system.

“As The World Turns” canceled after 54 seasons!  OMG, people!  What the hell is going on with these stupid television networks?  Shows like this may not get the crazy numbers that the prime time shows receive, but they have kept generations amused during the daytime and in the evenings now that we have TIVO and DVRs.  I don’t get to watch it as much as I used to, but I love watching a soap opera every now and then.  There is something to be said about watching some true evil bitches, hopping from one bed to the next, before marrying about 10 guys.  How many times has Lisa Grimaldi been married?  And over at ABC on “All My Children”, that Erica Kain (Susan Lucci) has been married more times than the number of underwear I wear in a week.  It is the true depiction of the sanctity of marriage! LMAO!

I hate to see this iconic show go off the air in September.  It will truly be a moment in television history where people can see the fall of regular broadcasting networks.  NBC has been a network I have been pissed at for some time now.  They can’t seem to create a good show if they tried.  I watch The Biggest Loser on Tuesday nights and the partner watches Mercy which I have to say is a pretty good show.  It’s certainly not an ER.  What happened to the days of LA Law, Night Court, or The Cosby Show?  We’ve been tortured by Law & Order for how many seasons?  This is insane!  I fear that one of the best soaps in history, Days of Our Lives, will be ended shortly.  Since the unfortunate death (she was ancient) of Francis Reid, the soap only has one or two of its long time cast members left to rely on bringing a historic feel to the show.  New people to the serial are unaware of the deep history the show holds onto.  If you haven’t watched the show for years or have found yourself recently getting interested in it, you have missed a ton of things, whether they be boring or full of excitement.  Stefeno has come back from death (AGAIN) and the DiMira family has expanded.  Marlena, John, Carrie, Austin, Tony, and others are gone because the network couldn’t pay them enough.  That doesn’t make sense to me unless Deidra Hall just couldn’t get paid less for her deteriorating talent.  If you do some research, you will find that Susan Lucci has accepted gracefully a cut in her salary to…”save her show.”  They have also requested the help of products to sponsor them.  That’s the way you do it NBC and CBS.  You go and get the money.

But, I digress from my original intent for this blog….like I normally do.  I’m just saying…..CBS……stop this stupid mistake before you run your network into the ground like NBC.  Not all women ate joining the workforce.  There are still grandmothers and stay-at-home mothers that watch As The World Turns as they have for years.  They are the ones you make this show for and don’t forget they exist.  Many of your evening shows suck ass.  Don’t make your daytime broadcasting do the same thing.

Whether it be from eating beans and peas and collards or rather from drinking your favorite beverage, burps are a sound of pressure releasing from the stomach.  This audible sound is looked at differently in various cultures.  I have always been told that in some cultures, the sound of a burp is kinda like a redneck shouting to the cook…”Weeehooo! Damn, those were some good fixin’s, Mama!”  In my neck of the woods, we would just scream the previously mentioned phrase through the house.  That is, because you well know, Mama cooks the best food around.  I would have to say that is very true of my Mama.  She learned to cook at an early age since her Mama obviously didn’t care too much about cooking for her own family.  In her case, to be able to eat meant to cook.

I will never forget a story my Grandmo used to tell us growing up.  The first time my Mama cooked turnip greens fresh from the garden was quite an adventure for the partakers.  It was shortly after my parents were married that my Dad wanted a mess of turnips….like his Mama used to make them.  My Grandmo got my Mama and they went out into the field to gather some of the great looking vegetables.  She gathered a heap of greens and off to the well they went.  With a large metal foot tub available, they raised enough water from the well to cover the greens.  They sloshed those greens around and placed them into a bucket.  After emptying the water from the tub, the greens were once again washed in the tub in some fresh water.  You would think this would have stuck in my Mama’s mind.  No sir!  When my Mama washed the greens for my Daddy’s supper, she washed them ONCE.  Any true southern woman will advise you to wash those things off at least THREE times for thorough cleaning.  My Mama was so happy to have her greens ready for cooking.  She put those things into her pot and started the wilting process.  Good turnips take a while to cook, especially those with bacon thrown in for some extra flavor.

Those turnips were taken out of the pot when done and placed into a serving bowl, because as you may also know, a true southern woman NEVER places her meals onto the table in her cookware.  It is placed into a serving bowl so that if all is not eaten, the bowl can be covered and placed into the fridge.  I digress.  Mama placed those turnips onto the table for them to enjoy.  In Daddy’s words, “I got a spoon full of them turnips and put ‘em in my mouth.  I think I sanded all my teeth down.  Those turnips were as full of dirt as they were when they came out of the garden.”  I’m sure he at least thought the gesture was a good one, but those turnips were later chunked into the woods.  Daddy proceeded to go across the road and eat supper at my Grandmo’s house.  After that night, it was a custom to wash the greens the normal three times before placing them into the pot for cooking.

If you wonder what the burping picture and the beginning of this article has to do with turnip greens, well…it has nothing to do with turnips! LMAO! I am the worlds worst about going off onto tangents.  I was listening to the Big Fatty podcast and Terminally Single Tim has placed in a request for Big Fatty to stop announcing what he ate that day to make him burp.  I, for one, am thankful for Big Fatty doing his burp announcements!  Since I have problems with my own digestion, I learn what could give me gas.  OH, BIG FATTY!  You just keep telling everyone what you eat so that I know what not to eat!

Now, you go get you some turnip greens and enjoy burping!

One thing I was thinking about on my way home last night was, “What song would you say is the soundtrack of your life?” Is there a pop, country, metal, or whatever song that tells about your view of your own life. Mine is kinda weird, but in many cases, it says exactly how I feel sometimes. If you het the chance, listen to song number five from The Looking Glass Wars soundtrack. It’s dance, metal, and pop shoved into one with the words, “…find her and bring her home…” included in it’s rythmic beats. On many days, that’s what I’m screaming. Find me and take me home! Like last night for instance.

I wanted to leave work badly. I was so tired of dealing with ignorant people. I believe you truly don’t find the crazies until you monitor alarm systems. This lady started yelling at me because I dispatched the police to her house. Well, she should have answered the phone when I called. And I told her that. She didn’t like that and told me I was rude. Tough shit, lady. That’s life. It doesn’t always work out the way you think it should. Deal with it like most other people who have both feet on the ground.

I want to hear from you. What song describes your life? Is your life crazy like a song by Gwar, funny like a comedy song by Rodney Carrington, calm like a piece from Mozart, or as screwed up as an 80s country song. I would love to hear how you see your life musically.

Anyway, back to glasses. I’ve worn glasses since the summer before my senior year in high school. My first glasses were so big! They felt like they covered my face. They were so large that some mornings, my mother would have to remind me they were on my face when I got worried cause I couldn’t find them. I wore those till I got to college. I had to get another pair and for some ungodly reason, I picked out a pair of gold frames and Photogray lenses. I kinda thought they were neat. It was obviously before I was introduced to something called style. A few of my college ID cards have pictures of me with those horible things. The worst thing about them was the lenses. Since my eyesight is worse in my right eye, the lens was thicker and the Photogray effect took longer to turn back clear from being in the sun. I looked absolutely aweful.

I’ll see if I can find some of those pictures. I think I can handle the humiliation after all these years. All I know is it feels so good not having that piece of metal sitting on my nose.