I wrote about my 18-years-old wallet which I complained that I was indecisive in choosing the perfect wallet. And one of my birthday wishes were a new wallet, 'nuff said.
Here is the photo of my 18 years old wallet.
Embarrassing, is it? The faded orange used to be bright orange when Dad forced it upon me when I was a teenager. And I got used to it so much that I couldn't decide which one to buy as of now because this wallet is ready to fall apart.
Many friends cannot stand the sight of my wallet. Especially Char. And she took the action. She bought a new wallet for my birthday gift and forced me to use it -- and guess what? I liked it. I knew she'd do that because she always rolled her eyes when I pulled that wallet out.
The wallet is fabulous. It is bit stiff as of now. Takes time to get my ass to crush it and flatten it as destined to do so!
Here is the new wallet.
Thanks, Char.
R-
P.S. Thanks to LM for the digital pics, such a luxury thing!
As many Deaf people are getting the cool equipment from Sorenson and/or Sprint to set up the videophone across the nation, I get to do that with my parents recently in Norristown, Pennsylvania.
It was nice to see my parents on the screen.
One thing that threw me off the track was when Dad said, "I met one hearing interpreter whose parents are deaf and lives in DC. She knew who you are. She is pretty and smart. Why don't you have her?"
I stared at Dad, then slowly rolled my eyes ... as if.
I knew the girl. Even if Dad does not remember her name. But I know the girl. Her name is Jen. In fact, Jen told me that she was surprised when Dad asked her if she knew me and she inadvertently nodded. Never mind the ethics, it is OK with me. But the smaller community, the grapevines can be ... like that.
I knew Jen because she is Char's close friend. Jen is also Rayni's sister-in-law. Yes, it is no secret that she is attractive, smart, and gorgeous. Hell, we agreed on a lot of things. But we also agreed that we like penises more than vaginas.
And Dad still do not understand that.
That is OK, though.
But what startled me is that Sorenson or that type may be (or already did) the next wave that surpass the speed of deaf gossips.
Sigh. So be careful with how you say things on that screen. For it may cause a headache in the long run.
Cheers,
R-
Jerry Falwell has been ugly all his life. He had no choice but to embrace his evangelical belief to be somebody instead of being nobody. Honest to God, who wants to look at him?! He is awful. He looks bloated. I know him for many years, I lived in Virginia -- every Sunday morning is a morning of Terror for me. I had to endure the television broadcast of his rantings at Thomas Road Baptist Church every Sunday morning.
He siphoned money off from the poor and and built himself an empire of his own -- his church, his university, his mansion, his ugly children and his gullible wife and friends.
He tried to sue Larry Flynt who made fun of Jerry in his adult magazine -- if Jerry sued him, that means what? Jerry had to read the magazine to know why he sued Larry in the first place. That means what? Jerry probably subscribed the adult magazines, much to my chagrin!
Anyway, he popped back in the media once again, saying that he'll set up an army of "evangelical traditionalists" pertaining to morals and values, by using the evangelical voters to battle women rights, gays and minorities.
I guess Jerry wanted to go back to 1950s where women are silent when men can rape, abuse and molest women and children and nothing was being done to protect women and children back then.
That, to me, is their concept of traditional and moral values.
I say, let's move on and change the values for everyone, not theirs.
Get with the program.
R-
Time to confess something. I love the cold. Not that blistering cold like the Arctic climate. Just cold enough to make you put a sweatshirt, sweater or a coat on. I love it 'cuz you get to hug someone to keep warm. Just to feel the cold stiff on my ears. And to feel it un-stiff when you step inside the building is exhilarating.
So essentially, cold is sexy.
Speaking of sexy, I'm baffled that among the Top News Stories was an article about Tennis player Serena Williams saying that Maria Shaparova is sexy. That is all. And the media made it a big deal. So what? It is silly.
And honestly, what do you think of this: Lusting for Jesus -- I personally think it's nuts.
Oh, I am amused when I stumbled on a comment by Amy Kurz who wrote that I'm "an out of control guy". I'll take that as a compliment. Amy, I rather to be like that than to be your friend.
R-
Two nights ago, Mom said that she used the VRI at the local hospital which Dad underwent some physical check-up.
VRI? I asked Mom.
She said, "You know, Video Relay Interpreting! That VRI."
I asked her to explain how it worked. She explained that the doctor hooked up the connection with the VRI facility in Raleigh, North Carolina and got an interpreter on the TV monitor for Mom and Dad to follow through. The doctor spoke to the interpreter via the voice box, the interpreter then talked to Mom and Dad in the hospital.
It is weird to know that you're talking to a doctor in the same room via an interpreter about 125 miles away. Very cool, though. Mom said she liked it. She said that it is nice to follow what's going on with her doctor.
Nice, but it is long overdue that should have happened ... years ago if you ask me.
R-
I read the book called "They Did What!?" by Bob Fenster. On page 4 did not surprise me at all. I expected it from a hearing person of any background or any generation. Read this:
"Kid McCoy became the welterweight champ in 1896. Earlier in his career, he had shown what it took to survive in the ring when he fought a boxer who was completely deaf.
By the third round, McCoy had figured out that his opponent couldn't hear the bell. So he stepped back and motioned to the other fighter that the bell had rung to end the round (it hadn't).
As the other boxer dropped his hands and turned to his corner, McCoy jumped in and knocked him out."
How nice is that? Typical hearie.
R-
By tomorrow, my 30th year of existence will come to an end. Then I shall enter the 31st year of existence. From day one, my life is nothing but interesting. No, I will not trade my dick for anyone else's. Judging on some guys' pleasure and orgasm, I think my dick did a good job. I'd like to get rid of my beer belly. One guy said that he loved it because it is softer than most guys who has one. Ugh.
I talked with my parents online last night for few minutes, via Sorenson Video Relay Service (SVRS). SVRS is absolutely cool. Dad lost 40 pounds! Mom lost 26 pounds! I told Mom last June that if she refused to lose some pounds, she may as well as expect her children to pool some money to purchase the piano-sized coffin for her to sleep in. I guess she got the message. That is great, I'm glad they are getting it altogether and do something about it. It is odd to see Mom talking about which food she needs to eat and not to eat. But that is great, though.
On other hand, I decided to list the Top 5 Hottest Bloggers enough to make my head spin. That person does not have to have a good looking guy but his charming skills has to play a huge role in this.
1. Shane of Happily Stuck in Ithaca -- Shane is simply the perfect gentleman.
2. Billy of Wet Dreaming -- Very sexy, very naughty boy at times but you cannot hate him.
3. Jason of JasonLamberton -- Very fierce, stubborn; a trait I always had weak legs for.
4. Aarie of HushStorm -- Just goofy at times made me roll my eyes and smile a little.
5. That Mysterious Guy of CertainDisaster -- I wanted to see what his eyes looked like, he declined. That, by itself, is mysterious enough to be charming!
Cheers,
R-
