Gay of A Certain Age - Suprise!

So last week, I came home from work to find a white box on my door step.  I wasn't expecting anything and I usually get my stuff shipped to work, so I don't have to fret over the package when it's delivered.  I excitedly rushed in and unwrapped the package.  Inside were the cutest tiny gluten-free cup cakes!!  They looked very colorful and delicious!  So cute!

I found a card, but there was only a message; "A little something sweet to start off the new year".  I didn't see a name anywhere.  I was thrilled! I had a secret admirer, just like Jan Brady!

While I luxuriated in the notion of a lovely gift from an anonymous boyfriend, I popped on to the Facebook to let folks know how delighted I was and see if someone would collect their well deserved thanks.

Not long after, the mystery was solved.  Somehow, their names were left off of the card.  It was sent by my two very good friends Billy and Barry.  It meant a little extra special because the holidays and busy work schedules have kept us from hanging out a good number of weeks.  These cupcakes are almost as sweet as Billy & Barry!

As a Gay of A Certain Age, I've learned that I'm not too old to be excited and thrilled by a little mystery and that an unexpected gesture from great friends can really make me feel the love!

Gay of A Certain Age - Move

As you may recall, my birthday was just a few weeks ago, and while I'm still editing photos of that 5 day extravaganza, it occurred to me that I forgot to share with you an important gift.  Now, those of you who got me gifts, I loved and enjoy them all, but this one is significant to this blog.  My friend, Brett, was super generous and got me a FitBit.  It really has helped me to keep moving.  With a count of my steps at a touch away, I'm encouraged to keep moving until I reach my goal of 10,000 steps a day!  Granted, I don't always reach my goal, but I am certainly moving much more than I was before my diagnosis (Type 2 Diabetic).  Since I've started walking, I've shaved off 10 pounds.  For the last week or so, it seems that now I am walking to keep that 10 pounds off, so I have to step up the physical attack to lose more weight.  Wish me luck! (and a happy birthday if you haven't already. Gosh)

Gift Ideas For the Dying Alone - Go Fluffy!

The holidays are coming up faster than we'd like to acknowledge, and we're losing precious shopping time to doubts in our heads about what is a great holiday gift!!  I am here to help.  As one of the Dying Alone, I've taken great care to think, "What would I like as a Christmas gift?" and have some suggestions you may find helpful.

I spend a lot of time in my shower thinking, 'What if I slip & fall and hurt myself in a way that I can't get up and call for help.  What if I just lie here a while before I die?'  That's why I think all Dying Alones would really love a really cushy bath mat!

Imagine yourself, prone, with your face pressed against the bathroom floor, trapped there for a day or two before you finally bleed out.  What would be more comfortable than furry memory foam, holding your face, like an angel's hand?  And if it's absorbent, that's a bonus for the folks from the county who have to clean up the mess of a decaying body. (Lucky you're close to the tub!)  If you think it's not substantial enough of a gift, give several in various colors, who wants to die knowing for certain that the final color they'll see is beige or sea foam? Mix it up to keep the dying guessing!

Another gift idea inspired by my dying alone, comes in the form of somebody's departed beloved.
I live alone, without a pet, because I'm too busy for love or an animal that depends on me for his feedings and poopy breaks.  Wouldn't it be great to have a pet I don't have to worry about while I'm on stage doing a show immediately after my full time job?  How about getting a Dying Alone one of these?

A fluffy stuffed animal!  Not one of those childish, carnival toys, but an actual animal that can look at you with love with its real eyes!  This animal won't pee in the house, beg for food at the table or embarrass you by humping your potential suitor's leg!  Look at that face!  I just want to take this stuffed chihuahua ( ? ) , and place him in bed with me to cuddle & keep me warm on these chilly December nights.  Best of all, he won't sneak up from behind and lick my feet during sex! (That's a task I'd like to save for my fella!)  This is a bundle of unconditioned unconditional love that would make any Dying Alone happy.

There you have it; two great gift giving ideas for your companionless friends!
...or yourself, right?
You don't have to thank me, just get me a date!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!