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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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this is the life

I know, I know. I'm utter crap at updating, lately. Let me see if I can remember what's happened the past couple of weeks. Part of the reason for that is because I bought a new something. My old something was on the verge of collapsing, so purchasing the new something was vital. Unfortunately, I had to leave the next day to spend five days house and dog sitting for Lynne in the 'burbs, so I couldn't play with my new something right away.

Spending time in the 'burbs was nice. It wasn't as hot, oddly enough, and there were hardly any mosquitos, and now that I'm on a new schedule it wasn't as horrendous when Lynne's dogs woke me at 6:30 every morning. However, I hadn't been to Lynne's house since I quit smoking, which I didn't take into account before I went there, so whenever I found myself in a Now what? moment, I had to talk myself out of buying a pack of cigs many times. Many, many times. But I didn't smoke. Yay me.

Before I left for Lynne's I turned Maverick over to Regina, his previous foster mom. She left for an extended trip to New Mexico and thought it would be fun to take Maverick with her. Apparently, there'll be lots of open space in which he can run and play, and many lizards to chase. Plus, Regina was going alone, so she was grateful for his company. How could I refuse that? (Plus, she's been waffling for ages now about adopting him, so I'm hoping this will seal the deal.) I was sad to see him go, though. He's a cute little rascal. But no one was sadder than Rex to see him go. I took Rex with me to Lynne's and he was glued to my ankles the entire time. He barely played with Lynne's dogs. All he wanted to do was follow me around. When we returned home he ran to Maverick's food bowl, sniffed it, and then looked up at me as if to say, It smells like the fun dog, but I don't see the fun dog anywhere around here. Why is that? So I said to Rex, "Maverick is still in New Mavericko, being mavericky, in the land of mavericks, with all the other mavericks. I'm sure you'll see him again soon."

Meanwhile, I'm picking up an interim foster dog later today named Jackson. I don't think he's on the Scout's Honor site yet. But, until he is, look! It's Princess Leia!