In spite of Doris Day singing Que Sera Sera in my ear, these burning questions (in no particular order of importance) have been keeping me up at night.
While driving to work yesterday I stopped at the day-old bread store to pick up a loaf. I have sammich goodies at the office to make lunch with, but needed some bread.
*Offstage Announcer*
Ladies and gentlemen, it was my great pleasure to interview Governor Sarah Palin (Wingnut-AK) during her visit to the United Nations today.
I don't know if this girl is trying to come out, or if she's just more enlightened than her mother appears to be.
I've put it off long enough. I've GOT to update my kitchen. New sink and faucet, new dishwasher..
I quit.
After six months of having no life, I quit.
We returned from Europe on a Sunday. I was scheduled to work the following Thursday.
Friday, August1
Antique Queens from far and near it's Eureka's 14th annual Yards and Yards of Yard Sales.
Judy Shepard, the mother of Matthew Shepard, a 21-year-old gay man who was murdered in October 1998 will speak in the Multipurpose Room of the Student Center on the campus of Northwest Arkansas Community College (NWACC), Wednesday June 25th from 7 P.
In yesterday's report of our visit to the 2008 ACLU Membership Conference, we mentioned a fellow speaker by the name of Evie Farnsworth who has been working with a group called Support Student Safety.
One hundred seventy three days after four ordinary civilians armed with laptop computers hunkered down in a Eureka Springs living room to Google the subject, the first Domestic Partnership Registry (DPR) in Arkansas became a reality on June 22, 2007.
My father is now in an assisted living home since performing a half gainer down the basement steps, breaking a hip and smashing his face to the tune of 12 stitches.
My father is 86 years old. Almost 87. He's in fairly good health for someone his age, and gets around well.
After almost a year of anti-gay propaganda from American Family Association and assorted other homophobes, the Eureka Springs gay community is asserting itself in print and on-line.
Wednesday, 5:15 A.M.
I get to my office for a fun-filled day of cookbook publishing. I park in my building's driveway, unlock the office door and decide I'd rather play on the Internet than work.
The May issue of Houston's OutSmart magazine--with seven full pages devoted to gay Eureka Springs--is now .
I just bought a Berlitz German language course. When we go to Austria and Germany in June, I would like to be able to say a few words that aren't English.
Three-day stubble-OR- why won't it grow on TOP of my head?
I didn't shave Wednesday.
I didn't shave Thursday.
At least it MAY be.
I haven't had a lot of time to write my annoying missives lately, so I've dug into the Yip Files for a couple of past posts that may (or may not) have been added to this blog.
Back from the eye doctor.
I've never, in all my life, had my eyes examined. Interesting experience, that I'm not sure I want to go through again.
One of the benefits of the second job I have is insurance coverage. That's a biggie.
In the past I've looked into policies for myself, as a small business owner, and found the premiums to be outrageously expensive.