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April 2011


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


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.


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mother stands for comfort

I left the house yesterday. Again! I went to Becky's booksigning at Murder By The Book for her novel, A COVENTRY CHRISTMAS. Rex did NOT want me to go. He's a very smart dog and has figured out that when I put on it shoes, it means I'm going somewhere. If I'm wearing shoes and pick up my keys, he goes nuts because he knows I'm going somewhere in The Car. I made the mistake of wearing shoes and absentmindedly picking up my keys when I took him outside to pee before I put him in his crate so I could leave. Not only would he not pee, because he knew I was planning on getting into The Car at some point, but he wouldn't stop running back and forth from The Car to The Gate. Because if we don't get in The Car right away, then we must be going for a walk, which means The Gate will magically open if he sits in front of it and stares at it long enough. I would've been thrilled if he'd just pee on The Car or The Gate, but no. Then he got annoyed with the whole situation and decided it was time to play I-Can't-Hear-You-And-You-Can't-Catch-Me, which involves running up and down the driveway at Cheetahlike speeds and ignoring my demands that he get in the house NOW!

So when I arrived late for Becky's signing and saw Sweet Li'l Amy Sue, Rex's former owner, and she handed over Rex's Christmas ornament with the reverence and care any parent would display when passing down a cherished heirloom, I found it difficult to not say, "Thanks! Now I have something to shove down Rex's throat and choke him with when I get home!"

Amy G. @ Becky's signing. Don't let her sweetness and li'lness fool you. It was she who conned me into taking SatanRex into my home.