I took these photos of Princess and Lance yesterday, engaged in Princess favorite thing to do to him . . . lick his ears! As you can see, Princess enjoys pinning him down and going to town. He’s the only cat that will sit still and let her do it to him.
Even though mother nature still can’t decide if she wants it to be rainy, cold or spring-like; one thing is for sure, it’s allergy season! The flowers are blooming, the crops are coming in and I’ve been really stuffed up. I vacuumed the house today to try and get up all the dust, changed all my air filters and bought me some Zyrtec-D! I think the later will do me the most good 
Of course the fact that certain little cats attempt to, and sometimes are successful at, breaking into the bedroom doesn’t help. The door is kept closed because they like to sleep on the bed and their dander just kills me at night. One little stinker sits outside the door in the morning howling his little head off to get in.
That would be the culprit right there, Grim! He’s not about 6 months old and it’s time for him to go to the vet for the chop-chop!
Okay so since I’ve got a lot of incoming links to the blog because of the soap site stuff, I figured I’d use this post to talk about myself. It will let people who might be new to the blog get to know a little about the guy who ran that page, but they may not have really known aside from his name and that he watched soaps.
First off, let’s just talk about the elephant in the room shall we? I am a 32 year old man who for 14-some years ran a website dedicated to soap operas. In case you never figured it out, yes I’m gay. It wasn’t something never outright addressed by me on the soap page, but if someone really wanted to know the answer they could have easily found out with some exploring. I tried to, but a few times failed, to keep anything political in nature off the page and keep it a neutral place, with only soaps being the issue.
So yes, I’m gay. Now contrary to what some might believe, I’m not here to molest your kids, statistically your straight relatives are more likely to do that. I’m not here to ruin your holy sanctity of marriage, statistically you along with Britney Spears are doing a damn good job of that on your own. I was not molested, I was not abused, I did not chose to be this way anymore than you chose to be straight. If you want to argue whether or not it’s a choice, please go down to your local zoo and argue with the animals there, as some of them seem to make the choices too.
If your still with me, I’ve been in a monogamous relationship with my boyfriend for over 6 years now. We live in New Jersey and in our very own haunted house! Yup, I’ve made several postings about it, you can read about it on the blog in the paranormal section. I’ve seen, heard, felt and yes been touched by the ghosts. I’ve always loved ghosts and the learning about views of and beliefs in the afterlife. I never expected to actually end up living in my very own haunted house. Growing up I always wanted to be either a parapsychologist or an archaeologist, because I also enjoyed learning about how different people buried their dead, which by the way IS what I’m studying now. Seeing a theme here?
We share our house with two dogs and five, yes five cats. I know, it’s a virtual zoo here. The dogs are my terriers Princess Bumbles and Nikko. Princess is a westie and I got the Bumbles part from “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.” Nikko is a cairn and is named after the captain of the flying monkeys from “The Wizard of Oz.” The cats are Lance(alot), Galahad, Moo Kitty (real name Gawain), Percy (Percival, also called Orange Kitty) and Grim (short for Pilgrim, finally breaking away from frickin Arthurian names!).
Many people might who might have read my pages always noticed I went on my vacations in January. Yes an odd month to go. That is because it’s when my boyfriend was off work. He works on a farm, yes a farm. It’s a family business, so they are closed in the winter months and it’s his only chance to get away. So for the past six years we had our vacations then, which were always cruises. Oh and yes, I kept running the page as much as I could while I was on a cruise ship. Talk about obsession!
Seriously though, I made some amazing friends through the page, people I know I’ll be friends for with life. One of my oldest internet friends Ive probably known for ten plus years and we till try to see each other at least once a year when her job brings her anywhere nearby. Other friends are a few years old, but they are whom I would take weekends to see in New Orleans or what not the past few years. Two also just came to stay with me, they are who I went to New York back in February with. We all talk almost every night online.
A little other fun facts about me. I love horror films, I have since I was a kid and rented out the local video store’s selection the summer between 4th and 5th grade. I’m more into the old school slashers and anything supernatural. The new horror flicks I find to either be really bad remakes of 80s stuff, Japanese movies or basically just a guts and gore fest that is too much for me to take. Growing old, and advances in film make-up, has made me a bit squeamish.
I also love videogames and have since a little kid. The first videogame system I ever had was the Intellivsion, followed by various Sega systems. Once upon a time I used to run a fairly popular Sega fan page, but gave it up a long time ago. I still love videogames and have pretty much every system out there. I’m just now finding the extra time to start playing games again regularly. I have been trying to stay away from on-line gaming until school is done, that’s just another distraction for me!
I also love Broadway shows, something I really didn’t get into until more recently and thanks to various friends. The odd thing is, growing up I was in the band and orchestra and we always, I mean always, did an Andrew Lloyd Weber show at least once a year. Well we played a medley of the music from one show. So I don’t know why I didn’t get into them earlier. I’ve seen Mamma Mia, Phantom, Hairspray, Xanadu, Wicked, Evita, Scrooge, La Cage, Aida and . . . umm . . . I think that may be it? I am sure I’m missing some.
I guess that is enough for now. I was going to try and link to various posts in the blog that I’ve done over the years, but I never got around to searching and choosing the ones I liked. I guess if any fun fact here sparked your interest you can peruse the various categories on the side bar or the linked ones in this post for more info.
-Dustin
The BF sent me a photo of Percy and Pil(Grim) snuggling together. How did the kitten grow so big in a week 
Percy is a pretty small cat though.
So I’m back home in Virginia. My mom is having surgery on her foot tomorrow, nothing serious, hopefully. I do get to rise before the sun does, my favorite thing in the world! I have enough trouble rising at a decent hour, getting up earlier is going to be mucho funo!
I told the BF I wanted to name the kitten Pilgrim, he agreed it was cute and fit, so I think that is his name. It was hard to leave the little @%#$!$!. I should have brought him with me, the BF will forget to give him medicine and already I had to tell him he’s supposed to feed it multiple times a day, it’s a growing kitten. He didn’t know . . . . he’s only had how many other cats?
Other than that, not too much excitement going on. I plan to hopefully get a butt-load of work caught up by this weekend. I’m also meeting Keith on Saturday for shopping, lunch and maybe a movie.
Here are some photos of the kitten! I took him to the vet today. Negative for all the bad kitty disease tests, was de-wormed, given his first set of shots. His paw paws had poo stuck to them and where infected They had to scrape it off and he has some open wounds, so he’s on antibiotic right now.
I’m not sure what his name will be. Of course the BF’s already picked out Tristan or Mordred after King Arthur. Um, no and no. He needs a name that reflects him, not some silly tradition of naming cats after knights. Not that the other cats even know their names, he’s not around enough to call them by name, so they don’t know them as far as I can tell. Percy might, since I call him by his name all the time, but they don’t come running when I call them that’s for sure.
I am currently thinking of calling him Grim, short for Pilgrim. He showed up around thanksgiving and is a survivor, so I think it fits. The BF can pretend his name is whatever, but it’s not. I’m the one who will be calling him, I’ll teach him his real name. Plus since I take him to the vet, I’ll name him there too. Hahah!
So seeing as I have become the keeper of the cats in the house, I had forbid the BF from getting anymore. After all I’m now the one who feeds them, changes their pans, takes them to the vet. It’s the changing and cleaning the pans that gets me the most. Some of these cats are big cats, and big cats make big poops! Anyway, he’s become a bad cat daddy, so no more for him. So it was of course bound to happen. Last week the cutest little kitten just appeared at the farm. It looks to be about 8 weeks old. It’s only the one kitten, nobody knows where it came from or how it would up here. So people at the farm had been leaving food out for it, it wouldn’t come near humans. Slowly it warmed up to people and is now the friendliest little thing. Unfortunately it’s getting cold out, and I’m just afraid one day it will try and follow the scent of the BF across the street and get smooshed (yes this has happened before with grown cats dropped off at the farm by people who can’t or won’t take care of them). So reluctantly, it looks like we are getting another cat, unless someone at the farm wants to adopt him and quick. I’m calling the vet in the morning to have them look at him, as I don’t want him in the house with the other pets until I know there are now worms or fleas infesting him.
PS Yes I’ll take and post some photos tomorrow As of yet he doesn’t even have a name, so I don’t know what to call him. The BF has a habit of naming all his cats after knights of the round table. I’m a bit over that, and since I have to take care of this thing, I’m naming him.
Today, like yesterday, was very very wet. I’m not that fond of rainy days, but then who is I guess. I know some people love them, and there are times when a good rainy day can be fun for staying in doors and vegging in front of the TV. Unfortunately with two small dogs that have to be walked, it’s not that fun. Nikko could care less about the rain, but Princess well . . . she’s a princess. The minute we get out of the gravel driveway and to the the grass, she’ll dig her heels. She will not walk in the wet grass, no sir! She will insist we turn around and go back inside.
My facial hair finally is back to normal, though I must admit I was tempted to do another weird silly move with it this weekend. I didn’t, but who knows what I’ll feel like tomorrow morning
I ordered my birthday present today. Yes I have bought myself a birthday present for the past several years. Hey it’s my birthday, I can do what I want. I ordered myself a love-sac, which I’ve wanted for almost two years since I first saw them. They are basically a giant designer bean bag chair, but instead of Styrofoam beads it is filled with shredded durafoam. They are the most comfy things ever! Unfortunately when I first saw them 2 years ago, they came in 2 sizes, both insanely expensive and insanely large. Now they’ve branched out and are in a variety of sizes, so I got s small one just for me. I want it for gaming and for watching movies. I can’t wait till it comes. I’ll probably have to throw a sheet over it because of the dogs, who will decide I in fact purchased it for them. They can sleep on it, I just don’t want it to smell like them Plus Niko may decide the purpose of it is in fact a giant stuffed animal that exists for him to rip apart. I’ll have to watch that. If there is something over it, he might not figure it out.
So it came a week late, but it came. I woke up around 6am with bad stomach cramps, and then the stuff started coming out of all ends. Yup, I spent the day with what the BF had last week it seems. As long as I could stay asleep, I was good, the minute I woke up . . . blaaaaaaarg. By 11am I finally had to force myself up because the dogs were getting restless. I was trying to get cleaned up before taking them out, but I didn’t move fast enough or acknowledge Nikko enough. The brat lifted his leg on my desk chair, which unfortunately had my coat on the back of it! I was not pleased at all. I cleaned it up as best as I could, but it will be going to the cleaners for sure.
I spent most of the day on the couch trying to recover and yelling at animals to be quiet and stop jumping on me. I realized the Percy cat turned one recently. HE was born mid-April last year and given to us on Mother’s Day. He’s a very small cat and that had me concerned. Was he the runt? Did we not feed him enough? The cats have a big bowl of dry food, but Percy is picky. He’ll eat it if he’s starving, but he’d rather have wet. He’s the only cat we give wet to, and generally he just nibbles a bit, walks off and lets the fat cats have the rest. Brat. Compared to the other fat cats, he’s very small. The BF says he’s not abnormally small, the other cats are just abnormally large.
And now I will leave you with the lesson learned today. If you have to barf, let the chunks fly. Don’t hold it in trying to get to a toilet or a trash can, even if you spew all over the brand new carpet. If you hold it in, it will come out your nose. Let me tell you there is nothing worse than having to smell barf whiff all day long!