Hamm On Wry

You know, the loving, supportive, caring, nurturing and wonderful persona of motherhood that in Norman Rockwell paintings and every story told around Christmas? Yeah, they forget to mention the fun, irrepressible, sarcastic, and witty parts. I know that everyone could use a dose of my mother, I just don’t know if they’d survive the experience. In case you’re wondering, look on this site in the comments for bits by Lori Hamm - that’d be she, the mother of the beast, as it were.

I’m actually quite amused by her - the commentary on the site is much better for having her here, so truly, THANKS MOM!

In other news, day 2 went well, I got my work out in, I did my job, day is long, man I’m tired, and well, bedtime may come early to me. Such is life. However, there is also the possibility that someone likes me. No, like, ‘likes me!’ likes me. For real.

(Ok, I’ll admit, I had to write it out that way because when I told The Cheerleader about it, that’s how I said it. Like I’d just been transported to a Debbie Gibson video shoot in 1986 and dyed half my hair pink. Ugh, I’m such a girl sometimes!)

They say that if you write it down and make a commitment to it that you’ll actually follow thru. I don’t know if that’s true, but I’m going to try. I have a goal.

I have a HUGE goal.

As many of you know (and since I’ve got 6 readers, actually all of you know) that I’ve been working for RED for a while now. While it’s subject matter is gay and rather sexy, it’s not porn, just so we’re clear on that. What we do have, tho, is a model shoot of a hot guy, and regardless of what he is or isn’t wearing, we don’t show it all. We do show a lot. We just don’t show it all.

So yeah, my goal is to be the cover model for the December 2006 RED magazines. As we will have at least 4 cities by then, that would be HUGE. Plus, in order to get to be the model for then, I have to be in shape by October of 2006, which is, if you’ve glanced at the calendar, just one year away.

I would post a before picture. But it’s going to be breakfast when all six of you are reading. And no one wants to see Cheerios spit across the table.

Well, it’s midnight the night after we were to be decimated by Rita. Yeah. So, since the hurricane couldn’t do it, we’re headed to a party down in Montrose at the bars as Gayville:Houston has decided that we should decimate our livers with ritas. Poetic! Drink up, baby!

Ok, so the weather-morons suck worse than normal, and while I’m glad I’m not getting hit by a hurricane, I would like to point out two things:

1. Traffic to evacuate a major city is beyond stupid. I know of people that spent 18 hours to get to Austin from Houston, normally a 3 hour drive, and others who spent 24 hours to get to Midland, which is closer than Austin. Fucking stupid.
2. People were evacuated to Beaumont and to parts of Louisiana. The Hurricane was apparently told to go there as well.

And here I am, at my home, safe as can be, getting ready for bed. Nothing has happened except a bit of wind a rain, and looking at the forecasts, unless something really dramatic happens, like Nuclear War, I’m going to get through this with nothing more than a moment of “meh” to remember it.

And really, I won’t remember that, as we do have booze. YAY!