Bacon Bacon Bacon
Ok, i like salted and cured meat ripped right off the pig as much as the next fella, but this bacon craze, it's just going a little too far, in places...
The big T day is coming, of course; currently we are aiming to seat around 20 or so for dinner. Special guests include my quasi- fundy uncle (from my Dad's side of the family) who's not responded to any e mail I've sent his way for about 4 years now; Dad says the lack of contact from Uncle Terry is a result of his keeping very tight spam filters, and also helpfully points out that he's moved away from God to guns, but I find this to be cold comfort.
Still- family is family; the thing that Dad told my uncle that got him to agree to come, was that once Dad is gone, me & my family will be all of the extended family my uncle will have left- which isn't quite true, but close enough for guilting purposes. Indeed, most all of the planned dinner guests will be family in one aspect or another... domesticity is such fun, sometimes.
Heh.
Had a long IM chat last night with one of my old high school classmates; it was wonderful to hear from him, tho near impossible to properly catch up over 20 years of separation from one another via little texts flashing back n forth. He did raise one point that I probably should address more broadly, however:
Ahem. To all of my male former high school classmates, who check out these posts on Facebook, let me just state: way back in the day, I had no conscious designs on your ass, or on any other salient body part you may sport. For the record, a) I was pretty clueless at the time as tot he nature of my own sexuality, b) I didn't really work out all of the details up until around my 30th birthday, more or less, and c) to be rather brutally honest, I don't particularly remember any guy in the class of Uintah '84 as being 'hot' to my eye in the first place.
Well, ok. I will admit to one regrettably half assed pass that I made- once!- but it never led anywhere. Thankfully. I call extenuating circumstances on that one.
And yes, I'd freely admit that there were a couple of fellas in the class of '83 that were pretty smokin', tho I couldn't even tell you their names now. They were long gone from the school well before any trouble could really commence, je?
So, you can all rest easier now, I hope. You're welcome.
The big T day is coming, of course; currently we are aiming to seat around 20 or so for dinner. Special guests include my quasi- fundy uncle (from my Dad's side of the family) who's not responded to any e mail I've sent his way for about 4 years now; Dad says the lack of contact from Uncle Terry is a result of his keeping very tight spam filters, and also helpfully points out that he's moved away from God to guns, but I find this to be cold comfort.
Still- family is family; the thing that Dad told my uncle that got him to agree to come, was that once Dad is gone, me & my family will be all of the extended family my uncle will have left- which isn't quite true, but close enough for guilting purposes. Indeed, most all of the planned dinner guests will be family in one aspect or another... domesticity is such fun, sometimes.
Heh.
Had a long IM chat last night with one of my old high school classmates; it was wonderful to hear from him, tho near impossible to properly catch up over 20 years of separation from one another via little texts flashing back n forth. He did raise one point that I probably should address more broadly, however:
Ahem. To all of my male former high school classmates, who check out these posts on Facebook, let me just state: way back in the day, I had no conscious designs on your ass, or on any other salient body part you may sport. For the record, a) I was pretty clueless at the time as tot he nature of my own sexuality, b) I didn't really work out all of the details up until around my 30th birthday, more or less, and c) to be rather brutally honest, I don't particularly remember any guy in the class of Uintah '84 as being 'hot' to my eye in the first place.
Well, ok. I will admit to one regrettably half assed pass that I made- once!- but it never led anywhere. Thankfully. I call extenuating circumstances on that one.
And yes, I'd freely admit that there were a couple of fellas in the class of '83 that were pretty smokin', tho I couldn't even tell you their names now. They were long gone from the school well before any trouble could really commence, je?
So, you can all rest easier now, I hope. You're welcome.