OK.. that was easier than I thought cause I'm done....Aparently we did not need a complicated dialog box. A simple form at the top a command button and a custom macro assigned to that button did the trick. Now when MM needs to add a new address to his spreadsheet its fast simple and organized. This macro auto inserts a new line of data and then resorts the entire list so that it is searchable using a v-lookup function.

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I told Chris that... I don;t think he's a big Reba fan.. but it looks the the name of the show is heading towards.. Calling All Bois or Boys, Boys, Boys... LOL and Chris is going with a Lady Gaga song list.

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I choose the title "Invisible" obviously for the how I felt growing up, hiding whom I was and trying to be as glass like as possible. I always avoided any extra attention especially when around guys I was attracted to. Being invisible did have it's benefits in that sense. My first real crush was CD, in fifth grade. That crush followed me like a plaques all thru college. I would find any excuse I could to see him, even though I knew anything more than a friendship would be a destructive to that friendship as the bomb of Hiroshima. Hmmm, now that I'm remembering some of this, CD was also my first wet dream..LOL, I used dream a lot about hooking up with him. It took many a years for me to get over the idea of not having him, but a boi can dream, can't he. Again, invisibility kept me out of his sights, even as I used to stare at him in classes through rose colored glasses, dreaming, longing, my heart pounding as though it would thrust out of my chest.

There was once a time when I thought I might have a chance with CD, I was on may home from work, when he called and said he was babysitting a friends house and said to stop by. So I did, when I arrived he was dressed in a tee and shorts and was covered with a light blanket, there was a lot of moving under that blanket as if he was trying to get my attention to the wonders on it. I thought I would die when he asked if I wanted to get under it with him, there must have been a look of both horror and delight on my face that no matter how I tried was evident. I so wanted to get under that blanket that cold fall night, but knew if I did, I would not be able to control my deep desire to have him, and I cherished having my limited friendship with him that I quickly blurted out as if I was were a nervous schoolgirl, "Um, I gotta go home, I have homework". Homework !?!?!, geesh I thought getting into my car, what a fucking idiot, you had your chance, you could of had the boi of your most erotic dreams, but you say "I have homework", stupid, stupid banging my hands repeatedly on the sheepskin covered steering wheel.

To this day I still regret not taking a chance... I still do and always will love CD. He remains a wet dream I could never have.

When I came out to CD years later, he wasn't surprised, nor responded in disgust. The funny thing I have found over the past 11 years as an openly gay man, everyone knew in high school. CD commneted at my outting that "I kinda figured cause you were always fashionable". Fashionable.... hehehe, never thought that a trailer park boi would ever be called fashionable. I guess even being called trailer trash and being made fun of for living in a trailer like I was a 3rd class citizen could even hold in the "flame" that burns bright within me. CD remains a loyal friend to this day, and I still find any excuse I can just to be around him, even though I in love with my Christopher, for whom we've had a somewhat torrent and sometimes questionable relationship with now for 10 truly wonderful years. More on Christopher in another chapter.. as always, I apologize for the non-linear thought here... but hey I can't even think straight anymore. XOXOX The Tango