The Color Purple- copied from Miles' site and Scotties. Pass it on.

Purple for Spirit T., a blogger, wrote: ‘Recently I read of 9 teen boys who committed suicide after being bullied constantly by homophobes. Here are the names of all the teens copied: Billy Lucas (15) September 9, 2010. Indiana Cody J. Barker (17) September 13, 2010. Wisconsin Seth Walsh (13) September 19, 2010. California Tyler Clementi (18) September 22, 2010. New Jersey Asher Brown (13) September 23, 2010. Texas Harrison Chase Brown (15) September, 25 2010. Colorado (No detailed information about his death) Raymond Chase (19) September 29, 2010. Rhode Island Felix Sacco (17) September 29, 2010. Massachusetts Caleb Nolt (14) September 30, 2010. Indiana Click on any of the names to read more about these poor innocent people. Some you may have already known about. http://boytortoise.blogspot.com/2010/10/purple-for-spirit.html to do so. T.continued: I had read that someone is starting a sort of event on October 20th to remember those who have committed suicide after being bullied for their sexuality. On the PFLAG, the last color, purple, represents spirit. On October 20th we ask everyone to wear a purple shirt (or any garment of clothing) in spirit of those who couldn’t live the kind of life they deserved. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ (I found no copyrights on these pics. in the Internet.) STOPP!

STOPP! Billy Lucas is the first one on the list above.

The return of eye-candy.

Hello friends;

Life has been awfully serious here lately, hasn't it? Well, there is only so much serious life I can handle. So, for something else to handle....well, you know....I hope you like the pictures.

Please keep your hands inside your vehicle at all times.

Isn't this just the cutest pic. I have it titled "shit-eating grin".

Friends in warm places...

All we need is love....

ah, to be young again..

Casual Friday at work....

Casual Thursday night at home...

That is so cute...young love

Take one cutie, dampen slightly...

I have got to start having my groceries brought to the car...

I always suspected. No-one wears that much spandex for nothing!

Just starting out....

Hello...

This is beautiful art. Joe looks good, too.

Great Friends!

Hello all; Two of the most beautiful people you will ever meet.... There came a time some months ago when I was searching the internet, beginning to learn more about myself and my likes and attractions.... in the search I found this little treasure of a place called Scotties Toybox. I read the posts, laughed at the pictures.... basically peaked in on a life I wish I could have, really. In the course of events I had the opportunity to leave a message for the author, and my life has been richer and so very much better ever since. Scottie and Ron have been there for me through fear, heartache and tear fogged typing fingers, smiles, laughter, hope and hopefully love. Thank you, my friends. Hugs, Love, - blue skies and songbirds- randy.

Sad news....the passing of a great soul

Oh, Wow! I am living in shock for the moment! I don't manage to make the rounds of blogs all that often, especially when I have company. They don't have quite the window to my soul that you all do...and though I would say they don't know, I wouldn't be surprised if they did. But, still I have a tendency to go to the blogs I like to check over and see how the young folks live and love, maybe learn something about once a week....and I wish I'd now paid more attention. We've lost a great soul, my friends. Please visit his blog and read further...my words are not of any value: http://timmystillwaiting.blogspot.com I am adding the poem his brother left for him, a tribute.... but please go to the site and see for yourself the wonderful characterization, read the blog and see the beautiful and funny soul. We will miss you, Timmy. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The funeral was lastnight...

Hi everyone...

I stole this pic from Scottie. It struck me as not only cute, but life affirming...and my friend loved dogs and yellow flowers, so appropriate as well.

It was good to see old friends again. Some of the people there I hadn't seen in years, and some I found I could go years without seeing again. But, we all came together, some driving across the country, to say goodbye to a special lady who touched so many lives. I was fortunate to be a part of her life, as tertiary as it was. It wasn't a sad group that got together. All of us were aware that she was not doing so well....just not quite how poorly she was doing. So, knowing that cancer is a painful way to die, I was glad for her to have escaped to Heaven. I wish I could have been there to hold her hand as she passed, but she died with her dog in her arms - a critter so beloved by her. It was, in all, a good night for us to say farewell old friend.

I did follow Scottie's advice and take the night off work. I called in at 2:00 to see if all was well, then went back to sleep. It felt good to sleep, with my pups curled up next to me. I don't think I've gotten much sleep in the past days and I guess I needed it.

Well, I've got to go....I have company staying with me for the next day or so. Be well, my friends. Hug your loved ones today; you never know when you will lose the opportunity.

-randy.