Remember The Time

– there are just some songs that mark ones life too strongly to ever be free of them. Thanks, Michael, for this and all the rest.

Do You Remember
When We Fell In Love
We Were Young
And Innocent Then
Do You Remember
How It All Began
It Just Seemed Like Heaven
So Why Did It End?

Do You Remember
Back In The Fall
We’d Be Together
All Day Long
Do You Remember
Us Holding Hands
In Each Other’s Eyes
We’d Stare
(Tell Me)

Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time
When We First Met
Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time

Do You Remember
How We Used To Talk
(Ya Know)
We’d Stay On The Phone
At Night Till Dawn
Do You Remember
All The Things We Said Like
I Love You So
I’ll Never Let You Go

Do You Remember
Back In The Spring
Every Morning Birds Would Sing
Do You Remember
Those Special Times
They’ll Just Go On And On
In The Back Of My Mind

Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time
When We First Met Girl
Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time
Those Sweet Memories
Will Always Be Dear To Me
And Girl No Matter What Was Said
I Will Never Forget What We Had
Now Baby

Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time
When We First Met
Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time

Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time
When We First Met
Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time

Remember The Times
Ooh
Remember The Times
Do You Remember Girl
Remember The Times
On The Phone You And Me
Remember The Times
Till Dawn, Two Or Three
What About Us Girl

Remember The Times
Do You. Do You, Do You,
Do You, Do You
Remember The Times
In The Park, On The Beach
Remember The Times
You And Me In Spain
Remember The Times
What About, What About…

Remember The Times
Ooh… In The Park
Remember The Times
After Dark…, Do You, Do You, Do You
Remember The Times
Do You, Do You, Do You, Do You
Remember The Times
Yeah Yeah
Remember The Times

Were you sexually active before you were married?

Card from Etsy.com

In case you women missed it, Bristol Palin — young, single mother and daughter of abstinence-only wack-job Sarah Palin — has been crowned a Teen Ambassador by the Candie’s Foundation, according to Time Magazine’s coverage. The foundation works to prevent the “devastating consequences” of teen pregnancy under a wait-until-you’re-married banner that seems to focus exclusively on young women. Among their tips for parents are a series of self-reflective questions that include this gem: “Were you sexually active before you were married?”

Oh golly no! The horror!

In better news, Obama wants to cut federal spending on abstinence-only programs , the Republican-led anti-sex initiative that has plagued our public schools and battered comprehensive sex education.

Clearly, the battle for sanity is not over when hyprocrites — wait! make that “repentant sinners” — like Palin are chosen to provide their wisdom to the wayward. Nevertheless, this nail in the coffin from Obama gives me reason to cheer.

Says Advocates for Youth, “The Obama administration deserves praise for bringing science and evidence back to public health policy and jettisoning the ideological earmark known as abstinence-only.”

Amen to that!

Where’s the beef?

ice cream disguised like burger & fries

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Nelson Mandela Brand!

Available at your local gift shop

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Sign of the (new) times

outside one of the Obama events in Berlin, Germany

Vicki’s report on the Inaugural Concert

“We made it! It was much milder today and no precipitation. We had to walk from Farragut North as the streets were close below I st. And we got there 2 hours ahead so we could get a least somewhere near the Lincoln Memorial, though we really only saw anything on the jumbotrons. But it was great even being squeezed into a huge crowd with barely room to move.

All of it was great except Bono who sucks and was totally out of place.

Renee Flemming was wonderful, okay no one else in our vicinity payed any attention to her. LOL.

Springsteen was first up and he was pretty good. Garth Brooks was actually one of the highlights, he sang American Pie and Shout and the crowd totally was into it. I didn’t know who all the singers were and they didn’t announce them. I just checked some stuff on the internet to see who some were. The only patriotic song they sang in the body of the concert was Josh Groban & Heather Headley singing My Country Tis of Thee, backed by a chorus, which I just discovered was the Gay Men’s Chorus of D.C. Is the Reagan era dead now? Obama spoke and then PETE SEEGAR along with Springsteen sang This Land is My Land.

This is a new era.”

Turn Your Back on Obama Day

So much for celebrating the inauguration.  In this morning’s read of The Vicki Rant, I learned that President “Change You Can Believe In” Obama has chosen anti-gay, Proposition 8 proponent Rick Warren to give the invocation at the inauguration.  This is an outrageous disappointment and has, per my title, recast the day. I won’t be celebrating with drinks, sitting in front of my television nor clapping my hands with joy.

With 33 days until the fateful day, there are things you can do:

Read more at The Huffington Post Twit, digg, stumble it.

Send a written protest via at the president-elect’s Change.gov site using the contact the transition team form.

Send an email to Rick Warren personally asking him to step aside.

Crawling back into bed now. Thank god/goodness/goddesses/smurfs that there is no Vodka around.

Little White Man


Oh these shopping moments in Berlin that give me so much joy…
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Sauna night at Olivin

I’m not certain, but I think the last time that I was at the sauna may have been with my blind date.  He was very tall, lean, dark haired and handsome.  A basketball coach. He was beautiful naked but strangely shy.  I liked him for that and had to resist staring.

But that was then.  Tonight, Eleni and I are in the showers when she says, hey, this is where we first met.

Of course.  I had forgotten.  We two lovers then of the same man meeting for the first time.  And here we are two years later, or nearly so as Eleni points out.  Speaking of the lover is, by my decision, verboten.  Eleni is bursting at the seams though, wanting to whisper to me of their last encounter as we sweat it out in the sauna room.  I stop her and we whisper instead of people sharing the evening with us here.  One man, standing outside in the rear garden under the cold shower had turned our way, innocently enough, cooling off from the scented heat of the last Aufguss.  Eleni and I look at each other, our mouths fallen open.  Oh my, say her eyes.  Oh my, say mine.  And we share a low giggle.

Two weeks ago in Vienna

Goldegg

At breakfast in Vienna with Ralf
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