I just deleted a prior post. My brother is now a father again. Little baby boy.
I had posted that they named him Jeremy. That news was conveyed to me by our mother, on her way home from the hospital.
I spoke with my brother. He was unsure where that idea would have come from. My new nephew is named Christian Isaac. They had never thought of naming him Jeremy.
Oh well. I'm still an uncle!
Monday, August 21, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
Twinkimisu
Some of you may be aware that I do not drink coffee, but I love tiramisu. I make my own, and it is very good. The traditional recipe says to use a splash of brandy or cognac, so I used brandy. Then one day, I saw “amaretto tiramisu” on a menu. We, of course, were too stuffed to get dessert, so I didn’t try any. But the next time I made one of my own, I subbed DiSaronno for the brandy. And it was divine! Since that time I had only made them amaretto style. Earlier this year I was at Disney with some friends, and the Pop Century hotel dining room made a dessert called “Twinkie tiramisu.” Once again, we never had the opportunity to order any. (We didn’t eat much at the hotel; mostly at Epcot’s world showcase.) This past weekend we were having Brad and Cris over for dinner, and I couldn’t come up with a good dessert idea. I asked Ronny if he wanted tiramisu again, and he excitedly said yes. So, I tried my hand at Twinkimisu. I cut the bottoms off the Twinkies, and scooped out most of the cream filling, so I was left with primarily golden sponge cake, with traces of filling. I was, unfortunately, out of DiSaronno, so I was figuring we’d be stuck with brandy again, when I got the bright idea to use the Razzmatazz raspberry liquer in the freezer. If the last one was divine, then this one was rapturous! The raspberry doesn’t overpower the other flavors like the amaretto can, so it was a very subtle taste. And the Twinkie cake worked amazingly well, too. It costs a bit more to do it that way, and it is quite a bit more work. Though, the cutting and scooping may be overkill on my part. But it is definitely worth a try!
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Why
Yea yea yea, I know. I haven't posted in a while, and it's another dream...
Well, three, actually. I've been having some rather sexually explicit dreams again.
Some time ago, I had this dream that Ronny and I were on 'vacation' at some resort. Ronny, of course, had to work all day. And we were sharing a room with this hunky straight guy. Kind of imagine Hugh Jackman only a little less pretty and a bit more construction worker. After a few nights of subtle hints, we ended up having sex. The thing was, Ronny was already asleep. So, he was in the room at the time. I woke up rather horny, but figured it would be rather rude / bad karma to wake him up to have sex when I spurred on by a dream about cheating on him.
Then a few nights later, I had a dream I was at a party. All gay guys. Nice house. There was this hunky guy wandering around naked with an 18" hard-on. He'd approach someone, ask to have sex, and the guys would all chicken out. He caught me checking him out, and came over. I couldn't resist. So, next thing I know, I have a portion of that WMD in my mouth. After some fun with that, the dream morphed into us watching a Dateline special on TV about him. He was married and had two kids (which he had told me about; he mentioned she was just tired of trying, and was unable to deal with his dick anymore). They went into some detail about how terrible his life had been because nobody would want to have sex with him. (I know, typical Diane Sawyer topics.) They then started talking about his son, who was just hitting puberty. Doctors were anticipating that the son would outsize his father... In my dream, I woke up from that, and had sex with Ronny. Then I really woke up, and had sex with Ronny.
Last night, I was at the grocery store. There was this really hot guy there. About 5'6", blonde military buzz-cut, really well muscled, yummy yummy butt. (Not that I was checking him out...) So, last night I dreamt I was having sex with him. It was that intense, we'll-die-if-we-stop kind of impassioned making-out, gettin' busy. I was Really enjoying it. We finished off by making a big mess all over each other. Then I woke up. Rather horny... Went back to sleep. Had sex with him AGAIN. (I think that's the first time I've repeated a dream hook-up.) Made an even bigger mess on each other. Woke up again Really horny. Contemplated waking Ronny, but decided he needed his sleep.
For those of you who are unsure, the main reason I am willing to end things with Ronny when I leave is that I lack that all-consuming passion. When I was with Sergio, we would look at the clock and realize we'd just spent three hours groping, making-out, kissing, having sex. It was so much more engulfing than what I feel for Ronny. It's hard to keep the relationship alive when there is too little passion driving things. I want what I had with the dream guy...
Well, three, actually. I've been having some rather sexually explicit dreams again.
Some time ago, I had this dream that Ronny and I were on 'vacation' at some resort. Ronny, of course, had to work all day. And we were sharing a room with this hunky straight guy. Kind of imagine Hugh Jackman only a little less pretty and a bit more construction worker. After a few nights of subtle hints, we ended up having sex. The thing was, Ronny was already asleep. So, he was in the room at the time. I woke up rather horny, but figured it would be rather rude / bad karma to wake him up to have sex when I spurred on by a dream about cheating on him.
Then a few nights later, I had a dream I was at a party. All gay guys. Nice house. There was this hunky guy wandering around naked with an 18" hard-on. He'd approach someone, ask to have sex, and the guys would all chicken out. He caught me checking him out, and came over. I couldn't resist. So, next thing I know, I have a portion of that WMD in my mouth. After some fun with that, the dream morphed into us watching a Dateline special on TV about him. He was married and had two kids (which he had told me about; he mentioned she was just tired of trying, and was unable to deal with his dick anymore). They went into some detail about how terrible his life had been because nobody would want to have sex with him. (I know, typical Diane Sawyer topics.) They then started talking about his son, who was just hitting puberty. Doctors were anticipating that the son would outsize his father... In my dream, I woke up from that, and had sex with Ronny. Then I really woke up, and had sex with Ronny.
Last night, I was at the grocery store. There was this really hot guy there. About 5'6", blonde military buzz-cut, really well muscled, yummy yummy butt. (Not that I was checking him out...) So, last night I dreamt I was having sex with him. It was that intense, we'll-die-if-we-stop kind of impassioned making-out, gettin' busy. I was Really enjoying it. We finished off by making a big mess all over each other. Then I woke up. Rather horny... Went back to sleep. Had sex with him AGAIN. (I think that's the first time I've repeated a dream hook-up.) Made an even bigger mess on each other. Woke up again Really horny. Contemplated waking Ronny, but decided he needed his sleep.
For those of you who are unsure, the main reason I am willing to end things with Ronny when I leave is that I lack that all-consuming passion. When I was with Sergio, we would look at the clock and realize we'd just spent three hours groping, making-out, kissing, having sex. It was so much more engulfing than what I feel for Ronny. It's hard to keep the relationship alive when there is too little passion driving things. I want what I had with the dream guy...
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