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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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who are you? (ooh ooh, ooh ooh)

I'm such a sucker. Why? Well, I'll tell you.

Becky had to stop by her mother's apartment tonight, which is a block away, so I accompanied her and took the dogs with us, because they didn't get walked earlier. A short jaunt would do us all some good. So we're outside, talking with Old Mrs. Becky, and this big goofy yellow lab mix runs up to us to say hi. He was really sweet, so we pet him and I realized he had no tags.

Of course, this makes me mad at the world; how can people not put tags on their dogs? Minutes before, I'd seen a guy walking a dog, but his dog was on a leash and he didn't seem to belong to the big goofy yellow lab.

So we walked homeward, big goofy yellow lab leading the way. I put our dogs in the house and walked around the 'hood with the big goofy yellow lab, trying to see if he'd lead me to his home. Nada. I went back home and gave him some water. Becky gave him some food. Then I put him on a leash and we walked farther around, questioning whomever we saw along the way, asking if they recognized the dog. After about an hour, I came back home with the big goofy yellow lab. He seemed really hot. I know I was.

We chilled in my apartment for a while. I put Lazlo in his kitty carrier, just in case. Big goofy yellow lab doesn't seem that keen on cats anyway. We passed a few on our walk and he wanted nothing to do with them. So now he's in our yard, acting like he belongs here. There's no way I'm going to let him wander around and find his own way home. He's so sweet he'd probably run up to a moving car so he could say hi and give it a big lick. I guess we'll go for another walk tomorrow to see if anyone knows him.

This would be so much easier if everyone was on my schedule and stayed up all night.