Hollywood Hotties…Of Yesteryear

This is just a sweet scene to me.

This is just a sweet scene to me.

If you were around Facebook on Monday, you might’ve seen me discover the reason behind my first name. I don’t know why I never asked specifically because plenty of people have suggested it’s maybe a family name. But I know my family tree on both sides and Thornton never shows up.

So Jazz and me are watching The Quiet Man with my dad Monday night and, out of nowhere, my dad says, “You’re named after him,” and nods at the TV. John Wayne’s character Sean Thornton is on the screen. I was all “What?!” So he explains that my mom loved that movie, loved John Wayne period, and she wanted me to have a unique name. After I finished sniffling over that :) I got to thinking about my favorite leading men.

Turns out I’ve got a thing for actors from another time. The link’s will take you to my favorite of their movies :)

I do like watching movies with today’s actors. Not a single thing wrong with Chris Hemsworth’s Thor and who wouldn’t like to pound Tom Hiddleston’s Loki just once? ;) (That’s a reference to The Hulk, because I’m pretty sure Tom’s a top.)

But when I want to watch a movie because I need some comfort, want to get lost somewhere, or need the familiar, I turn to the silver screen classics. Our DVR is full up with movies I found on TCM or AMC. I call them up when Jazz reads or sometimes it’s just good snuggling time.

And I really love that my mom did this too. I remember watching them when I was young, but I guess I forgot we had that in common. Or I didn’t realize it was going to grow into a love of mine. Or that she and I would both think these guys are pretty hot ;)

Baby Cruising

Apparently, there is a stage in babyhood called “cruising”. I giggled ;) But seriously, this is when a baby hauls herself up to her feet and looks around like a queen surveying her domain.

It is also when babysitting comes with gates and the words “Oh my God, where’s Mary?”

An angel she ain’t no more.

Not her, but FEEEL the panic.

Not her, but FEEEL the panic.

The crawling like a speed demon was already happening, so we had gates for going down stairs and doors closed to contain. This weekend, I found Mary FIVE STEPS UP toward the second floor.


Well, grabs baby, places into playpen, then faints…

So we had an emergency realignment of gates and doors. Minor panic over not having enough gates and doors. Watching the twins like hawks sighting field mice in an attempt to swoop in before they threw themselves at something.

I wanted to borrow a dog leash from the neighbor so I could sit and read a book without worrying that maybe we’d missed a door or not clicked a gate down good enough. I swear they’re like little Houdinis! And no low surface is safe anymore because now they can see things and grab them. Monkey Houdinis! For pity’s sake, the book I was trying to read was that baby’s first year thing because I didn’t realize a couple weeks could do so much damage. Please, babies, let Uncle Thorny have a moment!

Their parents, of course, thought this was hilarious. They had the advantage of watching the approaching storm every day, though, so it’s not fair or funny, thank you.

Alright, it was seriously cute to watch them do their exploratory thing once we weren’t fearing for their lives. The big grins of total triumph. The banging on the coffee table when Tommy 3 finally conquered it. The number of times they couldn’t get on the couch but refused to stop trying. It was so much innocent, happy, determination, and I kind of got choked up about it. They’re little PEOPLE now! They have personalities and drive and it’s inspiring.

And terrifying. I don’t want to screw them up. I’m desperately hoping instinct will prevent that more than something in a book or whatever like that. I want them to feel safe and absolutely loved, give them their space to discover their world and own it.

Just please don’t suck on the arm of the couch.

Don’t climb the stairs!

Quit banging on the window like you’re trapped.

Put that down!

That too!

{sigh} Can we nap now?

Trying to Help

At first I was angry, but that died down quickly. No point in being mad since it wouldn’t help anything. Of course, sadness is still hanging around because it’s just so monumentally wrong. But I’m trying to cover it up with hope that this will get better.

Tyrell’s parents aren’t letting him come home. Thanks to whatever screwed up FB policy going on now or whatever like that, someone sent someone a photo of Tyrell at a party. He was kissing a guy. No big deal except for the fact his parents saw and have told him he can’t come home until he stops “this thing you’re doing.”

overstuffedluggageSo he has to stop being gay. Which, of course, they’re convinced is totally possible if Tyrell would just make the effort. You gotta want it, apparently.


OK, so the anger’s still there.

But, he was living in a dorm. They charge extra to stay over break and — because his parents waited until the last minute to dump it on him — he missed the deadline to keep his room. Thankfully, he’s in school on a gift from his deceased grandfather and a boatload of scholarships and grants, so he doesn’t have to worry about his parents cutting off his tuition. So the fix we’ve all got in place is that Tyrell’s going to be a guest in one place or another until school starts up again in January.

Right now, he’s with my friend Sara and her sister who have an apartment near campus. Next week, when they’ll be at their family home, he could’ve stayed by himself, but he chose to go to Sean and Miles’ house for the week. They have family over for Christmas and everyone’s happy to have Tyrell right on in there with them. He’ll be a few days with a friend of his until we get back after the first, then he’ll come stay here with Jazz and me until he can get back into the dorm. That’s the rough plan, anyway, since it’s completely up to him about where and how long.

So now I’m asking for help from you. Do you have any advice on what to do/say? Any suggestions on activities to keep us all busy? I have some ideas, but we’re open to anything.

Straight Guys Need Boy Friends Too

The title of this post is what Jack, Carter’s brother-in-law, said when he invited all us guys out to meet some of his friends and relatives in town.

Let me set the scene for you:

Michigan. Small town. We’re talking one whole stoplight small. When you say you’re going to the bar, you don’t need to specify because there’s only the one. There are, however, eight churches within 10 miles. And it’s Michigan which is about 5 times more anti-gay than Ohio.

So when Jack says boys night out, I put on my game face.

That Jack wants to take out his 4 gay brothers-in-law just as much as his 2 straight ones is fantastic. He doesn’t see orientation; we’re just family. He is a little naive in not realizing others won’t see what he sees, but at the same time, I like that about him.

So off we go to the bar where some of the guys are familiar from last year’s holidays — some of Jack’s family joins us every time — and there are some new faces thrown in. And it’s those new guys who zero right in on the gay guy in their midst…


Even on his most butch days, he’s still obviously queer. It takes seeing him as strangers do to remind me this might be a problem. Until we walked in, I was thinking me and Carter and to DL or not to DL. And the really beautiful thing is, Thorny’s not even noticing that he’s got the stage at this particular moment because he’s admiring the moose head on the wall over the bar and just soaking up the rustic atmosphere. The rest of us are the ones going on alert.

Except then I’m watching and I realize Thorny does notice, but he’s working his oblivion in with his innocence and cuteness to make everyone pause. Every guy there was now looking around for cues from someone else on what to do here. And it occurs to me that Jack’s working the room too. His family’s a household name around these parts and nobody wants to get on the bad side of that. So Thorny’s sipping root beer from a straw and complementing the bartender’s tattoos while Jack’s shaking hands and dropping names.

I was amazed by how fearless Thorny was coming into a place he’s never been and just being himself. Plus how he knew without a doubt he was safe with us around him. Amazed too at how willing Jack was to throw his weight around for the sake of his family. I mean, he has to live up here with these people while we can go home.

So here’s to brave femme boys and influential straight allies! My admiration to you both.

The Good Stuff:

It’s Carter’s birthday today. Big things await him at home tonight. Big. ;-)

Thanksgiving Family Stories

The Drive Up

We left Wednesday right after my last class, so Jazz, Grams, Edgar, and Dad were there waiting as soon as I left the building. Since it was a big, black SUV, I felt like I was being abducted by the FBI. A squeal of tires, the door flies open, “get him!”, and off we go.

I read to everyone from Heidi Cullinan’s Let it Snow for part of the drive up…until we got to the sex scenes. Turns out I cannot read about that in front of anyone but Jazz. And since he was driving, it wasn’t possible to have the usual fun that reading those bits leads to ;) (And thank God there weren’t too many references to “Papa Bear” once the sex did start because that’s what I call my father-in-law!) We sang Christmas carols — it’s never too early to start, apparently — told new and old stories, and I fell asleep at some point.

Arriving always gets me choked up. Everyone except Sophie, Jack, Clay and Tucker live down here, but it’s like bigger up there or more important. I can’t really explain it. Maybe it’s just a coming home kind of thing. And it’s not like I haven’t seen them since they came down a couple times to visit with the twins this year. It’s just different, festive, something more and special. Sophie meets me with a couple tissues now :)

Turkey Day

Ah, I love the smell of two 20-pound turkeys roasting in the morning :) And mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, corn casserole, cranberry salad, sweet potato whatever-that-was-in-the-crock-pot, and the pies. Oh the pies! Pumpkin, of course, but also apple, peach, and the new favorite this year, chocolate pecan pie. Just give me a fork, I’m going in! Don’t spare the Cool Whip.

Plus there was the parade — with Woodstock flying through town on Snoopy’s back! — and a football game between some team or another that we needed to watch and cheer during. Not that I wouldn’t cheer for huge men in tight clothes crashing into and pinning each other. But, really, it’s mostly about the food for me.

And the stories :) We tell some great family stories. Even if you’ve heard them a million times, you listen and smile and laugh. I’m still pretty new, so I don’t know all of them yet. My favorites are Jazz as a kid stories. And Sophie has stacks of photos of her brothers too.

Tryptophan Recovery Day

We don’t do the Black Friday shopping insanity, so Friday was spent gaining more weight, being incredibly lazy, and watching movies. There were 4 different rooms with TVs and enough seating that you could find the group with the movie you were interested in seeing. Comedy? Master bedroom. Kids? Play room. Drama? Living room. Explosions? Den. It was fun to rotate around and hang out. And pig out ;)

Tucker’s Future Career

Saturday was more of the same…except for a group of us accidentally introducing Tucker, who’s 7, to pole dancing :oops: See someone emailed me a link to a Steven Retchless video. I remembered his name and gathered a bunch of people who wouldn’t mind seeing his sexiness ;) to watch it on my laptop. But none of us knew Tucker was looming above us on the stairs and watching too. When it’s over, we’re all “wow, that was hot” and teasing our honeys about when they’re going to dance like that for us, when Tucker calls out, “Mommy, can I take that lessons instead of gymnastics? Those bars are cool.” {hehehe}

Sunday we’re heading back home and it’ll be sad to leave, but at the same time, we’ll be back in a little less than a month for Christmas. We’ll have a couple more Thanksgiving-related posts to share this week too.

Did those of you who celebrated have a good day/weekend? What’s your favorite part?