Fantastic Foursome



We have been having a great time with Richard and Serge in Ogunquit, Maine. The conversation and cocktails have not stopped flowing since we arrived Friday night. The weather has been perfect (although a bit hot and muggy today) and we have explored every inch of the town together and had more than our fare share of edibles. Despite all the great places to go and things to see here, perhaps our best time was had sitting with the guys in front of the outdoor fire pit last night, sharing our stories, trials and tribulations with each other. It is great to be able to open up to each other and grow closer through our shared experiences.

Today. we got to meet two of their friends, Erick and James, who were really nice guys. We hope to be attending Camp camp next year, in Maine, with all of them.

Here we all are on the Marginal Way…not a bad looking group of guys, if I do say so myself:


I am really enjoying our growing friendship with these great guys and I’m so glad we got to have this weekend and time together. Just another example of how bogging has brought great people into our lives.

Tonight is our last night here before heading home tomorrow morning. It will be sad to say good-bye, but comforting to know we will be seeing them again in the not too distant future.

It has been a great weekend, indeed.



We’re off to Ogunquit, ME for the weekend. We’re meeting up With blogger buddy Richard/Tornwordo from Sticky Crows and his hubby, Serge. (Yay!)

Although this weekend was planned before I knew about my promotion, it’s an awesome way to celebrate it, none the less!

Was also glad to get to chat via FaceTime with blogger buddy Wayne “the Cajun” over at On Transmigration, yesterday. That man is rocking his beard – woof – and was amazingly perky considering how craptastic things have been for him lately! Truly inspiring.

Hope you all have a great weekend! I’m definitely feeling the love – well, maybe groping the love is more accurate!


Homo Promo

So guess what big flamin’ homo got a promotion yesterday?

That would be me.

I applied for two promotional positions within my agency, in different Units, about 3 weeks ago. I didn’t think I would get offered either position, and assumed I was getting "courtesy interviews," a common practice in State agencies, when they have someone internal they want to promote but have to go through the paces of interviewing other reachable candidates anyway. (In my agency, you have to take exams for promotions, pass the exams, and be reachable to be eligible for promotional positions; reachable meaning you have to have scored one of the top 3 grades to be considered and eligible.)

Much to my shock, I was offered both positions, and had my choice of which I wanted. I weighed the options and chose the one that I believe would be a better fit both personally and professionally, and would offer more opportunities to advance in the long run. It won’t be a big geographical change, as the Unit I’m moving to is about 50 feet to the right of the Unit I’m working in now, but it will be a completely different job than what I am doing now, with more responsibility. I’m nervous about it, but pretty excited, as well. Although I am also thrilled about the raise, which will not be insignificant, I am most happy about feeling validated, professionally. I had a rough patch a couple years back, and worried that my professional reputation had been tarnished in my Agency. To have two different Units offer me promotions, and to have my current Unit express how much of a loss it will be for them to lose me, really nourishes my professional soul and is a much needed ego boost.

Be who you are, and say what you feel

Sorry I haven’t posted in so long. There have been many big directional changes in my life of late and I’ve been busy adjusting my sails to go where the wind is taking me. All is well, just a lot to adjust to.

I just read this very thought provoking article yesterday, and I have read the following words over and over:

“We have this myth of identity — that who we are is the summation of a lot of choices we made in the past. That we’ve got a map for the life we’re supposed to lead, and we’ve got to stick to it. But that’s assuming that we’re all static beings, and that’s not how people work at all.

In every moment, we’re changing and evolving and growing. In every moment, we’re reconstructing our identity. We’re not defined by our decisions from two years ago. We’re not even defined by our decisions from two minutes ago. We’re defined by who we choose to be in this very moment.

We’ll never be “figured out.” Over the course of our lives, we’ll constantly be transforming into a more and more authentic version of ourselves. Our preferences will change. Our passions will change. And we have to be brave enough to choose the thing that makes up happiest in each individual moment.”

Accepting who we are and what we want and need in our life can be a challenge, especially if our choices are unpopular or unsupported by “the masses”, whether that’s the greater society and world at large, our neighborhood, our family or our social circle. People will not always understand who we are, what we want and need, or the choices we make. But few things will bring us greater happiness, contentedness or peace than making our own choices and creating the lives we want to live in. As someone who is constantly filled with self-doubt, fear of making the wrong choices and anxiety about fitting into the world and/or what path to follow, I can tell you that nothing quiets the discord of my thoughts more, nor puts my heart at greater rest, than when I choose what’s best for me, regardless of what other’s think or society tells me. Losing others in our lives for the choices we make and the way we live our lives can be painful, for sure; but losing ourselves when we choose to ignore who we are and what we want to placate others….that is unbearable.


The shirt I am sporting in this picture is a T-shirt from the 2014 San Diego Comic-Con.


I did not attend the Comic-Con this year. I have never been to the Comic-Con, nor San Diego, for that matter. So, one might wonder, how is it that I am sporting this nifty “can only get it at the Con” t-shirt?

Because, once again, I am the recipient of amazing generosity from one of my fellow bloggers and, if I may add, someone I consider a friend-I have-yet-to-meet-in-person: Shawn, over at Fearsome Beard, who attended the Con and, knowing my…ahem…love/obsession/addiction to all things comic books, got me this shirt, along with a bag full of convention swag, and shipped it to Breen Acres. (Pop over to his blog and read more about the Con, and see his pics from the event..they are nothing short of awesome!)

Shawn has been a follower, and commenter, on my blog for years, and recently started his own blog. Shawn and I have shared e-mails and texts and we even share mutual friends. Shawn has advised me, and offered support and assistance, through the purchase of my home and the adoption of my dogs (and future dogs?). He has continued to offer words of support in some of my…darker…times, and words of encouragement and congratulations through my various struggles and successes in life over the years. It is a pleasure to have him as an “official” part of the blogging family, and to include him, without hesitation, in my circle of friends. His kindness is one of many I have benefited from, from bloggers over the years, ( that I’m are I have failed to adequately express appreciation of, although I’ve tried) reinforcing, once again, that bloggers can be some of the most thoughtful, giving, supportive and loving people to know.

I offered to reimburse him for the cost and effort, but he merely asked I pay it forward in some way. So, I look forward to a future post I will write, sharing with you all whatever I decide to do, in efforts to bring joy to another, inspired by this act of kindness and generosity.

Thank you, Shawn.  I am touched and humbled.