Friend of Dorothy

The other day TK and I were watching TV and a commercial came on that confused TK. The commercial depicted Toys-R-Us employees talking in the aisles and mentioning this and that about Geoffrey, but never showing Geoffrey. TK asked me "Do you know Geoffrey?" I had to explain to him that Geoffrey is the giraffe mascot of Toys-R-Us. Somehow this bit of popular culture had escaped TK's radar screen. But it occurred to me that, along the lines of "Friend of Dorothy" in gay culture, "Do you know Geoffrey?" would be a good secret code for an underground railroad of pedophiles.
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I'm fairly certain no N A M B L A members read this blog, so I think I'm safe in making this joke.
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I put spaces between the letters of n a m b l a, so people won't come across that acronym as a keyword of this blog.
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I hope that works.
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Pedophiles revolt me. Really.
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I guess this post is inappropriate.
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Must I constantly censor myself?
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This post may self-destruct at some point.

Arrow Bear

Quite a few years ago, Maggie and I were having coffee at the Insomnia cafe (I think it might have been called Java at the time) and talking to a couple of strange guys. We somehow got on the topic of Arrow Bear music camp. I think Maggie or one of the guys had gone there for summer camp. The question arose about from where the name Arrow Bear Music Camp came. Someone explained that it was halfway between Lake Arrowhead and Big Bear. Ah, better "Arrow Bear" than "Big Head" I responded.

How did Mun Mun get to be so fucking hilarious?

In the future, we'll all be wearing tailored clothes

Have you ever noticed how in science fiction movies, the characters are always wearing perfectly fitting cat suits? I think it's because in the future all our measurements will be known by clothes manufacturers. Wait, it looks like the future is now! See the Intellifit website.

A few years ago, Levis had a program where they would take your measurements and keep them on file. So, you could order more jeans without going into the store. They discontinued that program, but it looks like they are reviving it with some fancy scanning mechanism. I hate trying on pants, so I've gotta check this out.

This may be on the next quiz

Mun Mun prefers low pulp orange juice. Please make a note of it.

Nesting

Mun Mun has been offline too long. I finally moved the cats in with TK last week. It was semi-traumatic for them. Milo is still hiding in the closet half the time. Inkblot is cozying up to Tim, but only in my presence.

TK had an accident on Sat'day night when a ginormous picture frame he was hanging broke and the cascading glass sliced his thumb. He had to get eight stitches and we barely made it to the Neil Diamond concert at the Staples center. However, we made it and it was great! Neil's outfit was only slightly sparkly. He had us turn to the person on our right and say, "I love you." That was easy for me 'cos TK was on my right. The middle-aged dad sitting on my left did not say he loved me. I don't know what the hell his problem was.

I just started writing thank you notes for wedding gifts tonight. Seven down. Eight zillion to go.

Surf and turf

One of TK's friends is a prominent restauranteur in L.A. who took us out to dinner at a nice steakhouse downtown (that he does not own) the other night. You would have thought he was a huge celebrity. The entire staff knew him and was sucking up big time. Free booze! Making sure the steaks were cooked just so! I've never experienced such attentiveness at a restaurant. I wonder if he ever gets sick of the groveling.

Wedding reception memories

TK's and my wedding reception was so fun I somehow sailed through it without getting choked up at any point, though I came close. However, the next day when we opened gifts, a card from Montserrat Fontes and Gillis, had me bawling. Montserrat (Monsy) Fontes is a novelist and a former teacher of mine. Here's a portion of the note.

"Tim and Mun Mun,
It's been a wonderful trail following you two to this final, special day. May your lives be built on the truths we save for those we love for life."

Isn't that last line great? And TK and I have already started! Last month I pointed out to TK that he occasionally drips pee on the bathroom floor and the other day TK broke it to me that often I have a build-up of orange earwax in my ears.

There were too many great moments during our party to list. In a rat-pack-ish style, TK sang a medley of some of my favorite songs accompanied by his friend, Steve, on piano. TK is the king of patter. He is also Mr. Love.

Other neat memories:

1. Observing my kindergarten-aged nephew offering a three-year-old girl a rosebud.
2. How in P. David's musical toast he changed the lines inTotal Eclipse of the Heart to "Once upon a time I was falling apart, now I'm only falling in love."
3. Hearing that both kids and adults at the party made new friends.
4. Hearing everyone's Rene LaMour story after the reception.
5. When best man Todd got choked up during his great toast.
6. When Todd pulled up "The Mummy" from Mad Monster Party on his iPod and we danced.
7. Being called a Mensch by my sister in her neat toast.
8. My brother's great toast in which he quoted Hector, one of the worker's at the "sacred" Apple Pan.
9. Going to McDonald's afterwards with TK because we hardly got a chance to eat anything.

Such a happiness!

Darci!

An exciting week so far for Mun Mun. Sunday was my wedding reception and today my friend Steph went into labor. I sat with her in the operating room during her Caesarean section and gave her the play by play of the surgery. Steph had done C-sections on pigs when she was doing research for her master's degree in biology. So, she wanted to know what was going on behind the curtain during the operation.

I thought I might get weak kneed from the gore, but it wasn't too bad. The surgeons seemed to use a lot of instruments that looked like shoehorns and woodburning kits. Darci emerged in a little ball. Guess who got to cut the umbilical cord? Moi!

Shiatsu!

My massage therapist is the best in the west. She is a loony genius.

Blessings up the a**

TK and I became husband and wife on August 28th. TK's friend, Todd, painted "Just Married" on the back window of TK's car and we received much celebratory honking on our way to Monterey. Someone even mooned us from the passenger seat of a car on Highway 101! It's not a honeymoon without a little mooning, I always say.

Tuesday we had both our faces scanned and etched with a laser into one block of crystal at the end of Fisherman's Wharf. Somehow our marriage felt more official after that. Soon we'll be wearing matching jogging suits.

Bring on the His & Hers apparel!