NOH8

Syndicate

RSS Atom

April 2011

S M T W T F S
     12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930

my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

contact

If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com


Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.



Jon%20DeMichaelQuantcast


recommended courses of action


Scout's Honor Rescue is an all-breed, no-kill, Not-For-Profit 501(c)(3) animal rescue organization committed to bringing courage, character and compassion to Houston's homeless pet population and making a positive difference in the lives of these stray and abandoned animals and the Houston community as a whole. 100% of every dollar donated goes directly to saving the life of a homeless animal.

Scouts Honor Rescue Inc.

locally known

join(RED)

maine AIDS alliance

global AIDS alliance

UNAids

AIDS foundation houston

bering omega community services

frannie peabody center


Timothy's hair by Larry Henderson Hair Design.


Powered by LiveJournal.com

Dec. 30th, 2009

talk to ya later (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dF2WcrdxdQ)


DSC_0032

Tomorrow, Puddles the puppy will go to her new home. It's a very good home, from what I hear, and not only will Puddles have a new mom, but she'll also have another doggy companion. An excellent situation for our little girl, indeed. But I'm both thrilled for her and a little sad. I'm extremely fond of her. More accurately, Pixie is extremely fond of Puddles. I'd watch the two of them interact and wonder if Pixie thinks Puddles is her puppy. Hopefully, she won't be too brokenhearted that Puddles won't be here anymore.

Hopefully, the rest of us at The Compound won't be either.

Dec. 27th, 2009

shellshock (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFW7rugFH3w)


Every morning, after we've had breakfast, Rex curls up in the very center of the downstairs sofa and snoozes. At this moment he's the sweetest dog on the planet, so I always take the opportunity to pet him and tell him that he's a wonderful dog. This morning was no exception to our routine, but as I snuggled with Rex on the sofa I was dimly aware of slurping noises coming from the nearby water bowl. Moments later, a very cold and wet puppy nose snuffled along the exposed skin of my lower back as Puddles walked by. Startled, I yelped and jumped, causing Rex to scowl and run away. Puddles, destroyer of quiet moments everywhere, looked mighty pleased with herself.

Dec. 25th, 2009

this is home (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgA_bsl84qo)


DSC_0041

Mr. Becky's birthday is December 25th, so it's tradition at The Compound to celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve and (try to) let him have his own day. The Rhonda and Lindsey had dinner with us tonight and then stayed to open gifts. There was much oohing, ahhing, and laughter throughout the evening, as well as some barking. From the dogs, that is. Puddles is spending a long holiday weekend at The Compound, and Sugar is visiting with her moms, so, all told, there were six dogs running amok. As the piles of presents dwindled, Becky pointed to a solitary gift resting on the coffee table and said, "Don't forget that one."

"Oh, yeah." I beckoned to Pixie and said, "It's yours, Pixie." She bumped it with her nose and then moved on, since it didn't smell edible, but I plucked her from the floor and deposited her in my lap so we could open the gift together. I removed a small box from the red and green wrapping paper and opened it. Nestled inside was a gleaming silver object. "It's a new name tag," I explained to Pixie and everyone around us. "Her new name is on it: Pixie Lambert."

I hugged her tight and said, "Welcome home, Pixie."

Later, alluding to an ongoing inside joke at The Compound, Mr. Becky said, "You're keeping Pixie, so does this mean you're keeping Rex, too?"

"We'll see," I replied.

Dec. 8th, 2009

tuesdays with rexford



love bites

I don't have a decent photo of Rex for today, so here's a picture of Puddles the puppy about to be eaten by Lloyd the pit bull. Enjoy!

Dec. 7th, 2009

new sensation (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3efGChq-vNg)


wicker wonderland

Last Friday it snowed all day, which is odd for Houston. At least, that hasn't happened all that much since I moved here. I was at Hanley Inc., because heaven forbid The Boss Lady give us a snow day. Actually, I don't think she knows what a snow day is. Actually, I think this was her first snow experience ever. I was holding her while I took the above photo and when snow landed on her head she shrieked, laughed, and tried to shake it from her hair. It was pretty sweet.

puppy's first snow

It was the first snow for Puddles the puppy, too. Puddles had a seizure in the middle of the night while she was staying with me Thanksgiving weekend and I had to rush her to the emergency vet. She came out of it okay and her blood sugar levels were fine, so we're not sure why it happened, but she's been fine ever since. It was nice to see her running about chasing snowflakes and having the time of her precious life.


Above is a photo of me holding Pixie at the Saturday With Scout's Honor adoption event the day after Houston's big snow day. It was a bright, sunny day, but it was still cold outside, so I wore knit leggings under my jeans and three layers of shirts. I'm from New England. We don't play around when we layer.