Whipping Boy

I feel sorry for my Beloved some days – MSW is my everything; he brings light and joy into my life in a way no other man or woman ever has. He deserves to be treated like the angel he is yet, many days (including today) be becomes my emotional “whipping boy,”

whipping boy

If you are unfamiliar with the concept, here is how Wikipedia defines a whipping boy:

A whipping boy was a young boy who was assigned to a young prince and was punished when the prince misbehaved or fell behind in his schooling. Whipping boys were established in the English court during the monarchies of the 15th century and 16th centuries. They were created because of the idea of the divine right of kings, which stated that kings were appointed by God, and implied that no one but the king was worthy of punishing the king’s son. Since the king was rarely around to punish his son when necessary, tutors to the young prince found it extremely difficult to enforce rules or learning.

Whipping boys were generally of high status, and were educated with the prince from birth. Because the prince and whipping boy grew up together they usually formed a strong emotional bond, especially since the prince usually did not have playmates as other children would have had. The strong bond that developed between a prince and his whipping boy dramatically increased the effectiveness of using a whipping boy as a form of punishment for a prince. The idea of the whipping boys was that seeing a friend being whipped or beaten for something that he had done wrong would be likely to ensure that the prince would not make the same mistake again.

Yeah. Nice, huh? In a nutshell, all the frustration I fill up on all day is delivered everyday to Martin. And he doesn’t deserve that…

MS? I love you with all my heart and I promise I will do my best to be nicer to you.    :=D

DJ Pillow

For almost a year and half, when I was in my early twenties, I worked three jobs at once: I worked Monday thru Friday from 9A till noon at Richard’s Nite Club, cleaning  the club then serving lunch to between 20-30 guests every day; by 1P Monday thru Friday, I was at my second job as Stock Supervisor at Sport & Toy City, working there till 9P every day. And on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, I doubled back to Richard’s, DJ-ing the hottest dance tracks from 10P till 2A, bar time. It was a lot of fun, I made (what felt like at the time) a ton of money and I never had a chance to spend any of it. Life was good.

I was also 21 to 22 years old. I am now 56. Yup – FIVE SIX.

I am currently working two jobs and today I pulled a “double” – I worked my first job 10A till noon, then worked my second job 1P till almost 8:45P. The second job, BTW, involves STANDING. ALWAYS. STANDING. I love BOTH my jobs a lot but I am a wee bit exhausted as I write this post…

Here are my plans for the rest of the evening; they hearken back, in a manner of speaking, to my old DJ “roots” some now 30+ years ago…

Off to bedThat’s right, “Club BED” here I come, I had fun today but my feet (as well as all the rest of me) are beat. B-E-A-T. So, see you back here tomorrow. ‘Nite!

Second Floor – PLEASE?

I rarely “feel my age” – in fact, most people guess my age at least a decade younger than my true 55 years… Today, however? I feel EVERY MINUTE of 55…


 (tonight, utilizing this chart, I am a “26” – yeah, ouch!)

See, today my business partner and I began Day One of a two-day design installation – it is a great job but, without going into too many details, I am proud to say we were on top of OUR game.

The elevator install guy? Not so much…

The painters? Not so much…

The electricians? Not so much…

ribbon(to all the workmen done on schedule, I thank you!)

Yeah, we carted probably no less than forty pieces of furniture – including a queen size mattress and box spring set – up two flights of stairs, in the middle of a construction site. It was fun (not).


(Tell me again how “glamorous” interior design is? Tell me, please?)

Understandably, tonight – now in my fourteenth hour of being awake – and after loading/unloading a van and a car, driving 8o-something miles in a U-Haul round trip and climbing enough steps to qualify for some sort of 5K award, I am kinda’ beat. Tuckered-out. Spent. Exhausted. You get the picture… I feel fifty-five. Fifty-five PLUS fifty-five, actually.

OK, I’m off to bed – not to carry one, but to sleep in one.

pillows(I can hear those fluffy pillows singing my name softly in the next room…)

One last thing, before I forget:

The Universe smiled favorably on my Sweetie and I today. One more hurdle crossed in our journey to stay together, forever. So, THANKS up there!  Today has been awesome…

Sample I-20


Over It Today

I had an exhausting day today, both physically and mentally. Part of it is “life” – my schedule for the next ten days is ridiculous and, on a couple of occasions, I will be required/expected to be in two places at once. It is all just a bit overwhelming today…

head in the sandIt will all work out; these things always do. But for today/tonight, I am done. I will think about it and get it all figured out tomorrow…

So sorry but…

day offSorry friends – today has been a big news day, politically-speaking, and my eyes are fried out from reading so many things online. I mean, it is kinda’ hard for me to even type this – so, a “nothing post” for today (sorry).

I promise to be back tomorrow full of witty bon mots and such. Ciao!


And now, a “live” re-enactment…

…of me attempting to write an intelligible blog post today:

I’m really sorry. My day started today at 6:30AM and, over the course of today, I have painted walls, cleaned out the basement (with some help, of course!) of my old store, returned four days’ worth of business phone messages, helped move some unbelievably heavy granite counter tops AND tried to remain positive and cheerful throughout the day. I am B-E-A-T, brother. Beat. Sorry.

All in all the day was great!  duoHOME had even MORE great press today in one of the local papers and, to end the day, I got to come home to the guy I love MOST in the world. Not too shabby…

More/better tomorrow. Promise.


I hope you will forgive me for this blog post – you see, not only is it St. Paddy’s Day (and I think no one will read this anyway), I have also spent probably four hours or more, staring at the keyboard/computer screen today, updating my business’s web site. My head/eyes feel like this:

I know, it’s a little weird and creepy (the animation) but my eyes AND my mind are tired so, please forgive me. I PROMISE I will tender a kick-ass blog post tomorrow. THANKS!