I went to visit my Ex last night. Someone who I should stop referring to him that way. He's a person. A real person whom I'm going to lose. His name is Michael.
Michael looked worse then the last time I visited him, if that's even possible. I'm amazed at how fast someone can go downhill even further within a few days.
When I would call him this week, he would tell me not to come. He's so doped up on morphine and methadone, he pretty much sleeps his life away. Most of our phone conversations are hard to understand. I can't make sense out of half of what he says. I ask him to repeat things and he just gets frustrated. Yesterday, he was very incoherent so I told him I was coming by no matter what. He told me no, but I didn't listen. He acted irritated when I showed up, but soon was glad I came. He held off on a dose of morphine so he could stay awake and talk. It seemed he had things he wanted to say.
He complained about the morphine not working. They're giving it to him every hour and sometimes half an hour. The morphine is oral and has been causing rapid tooth decay. Some of his teeth have broken in half. He told me that some of his cancer has started protruding out of his body which was causing him more pain. I asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital. He said no, that he was happy where he was. The people there take wonderful care of him and pay him lots of attention. He likes that. I asked him if there were any friends or familiy he wanted me to contact. He said no. I'm having a few people go see him anyway and trying my best to get a hold of family.
Mikes family has nothing to do with him. His little brother acts concerned and like he loves him, but doesn't show it. He knows he's dying but hasn't put forth any effort to call or see him. I know his father has been told and not one word has been heard from him either.
He started to cry at one point and begged me not to leave and stay longer. He held my hand and told me he loved me. We both sat there and cried, telling each other what we meant to one another. This was some advice given to me by a fellow blogger who recently lost someone and I took it to heart. Tell the person how much they mean to you. You might not ever get the chance if you don't.
We held each other while he cried some more. Telling me that he hopes people remember him. He hopes that there wasn't someone out there that hated him or thought poorly of him. Then he asked me what people would remember him for specifically. I told him people would remember him as being a caring soul. A person with a child like heart. Someone who has a funny sense of humor and who loves to laugh. Somoene who is a kick ass softball player. This made him smile.
He seemed to like hearing these things. I wondered what had brought on this onslaught of openess and questions. He had asked the doctor and nurse a few days ago how much longer they thought he had. They told him that the diseases have started affecting his nervous system and blood pressure was getting worse. I never noticed it much until he said that. He constantly had facial twitches or would lose control of an arm or leg muscle.
They told him he didn't have long.
He wanted to clear the air. Ask me questions. Tell me he loved me and I'm sure, hear the words also come from me.
It was a talk we had to have and one I'll never forget either.
I just hope he continues to get lots of rest and sleep with no pain.
Our street will never, ever be the same. Friends descended upon our home last night and emerged as drag queens. Eventually around 10pm last evening, they were seen dragging it up and down our sidewalks. I'm sure the neighbors and cars that were constantly passing were wondering what the fuck was going on, but then again this is Oaklawn and we do live at The W.
Yes, we named our condominium complex. It's called the Westerbury, but we like telling people we live over at The W.
Mama and Twyla Starlett came over to work on bits for the upcoming Spring Round Up Comedy show this weekend. Brian helps with the technical parts such as video and sound. I basically sit, staying out of their way and wait until they're finished. On the day of the show, I take pictures and video. Last night they forced me onto the street to do some impromptu videos of the characters they play on stage.
One character is Regina. A foul mouthed, sharp tongued, beer drinking hick from the sticks. Complete with polyester dress, big hair, giant bow, bright makeup and good ol' southern twang that's irritating enough to cause your ears to bleed.
The other character is more controversial for some people and I'm sure some will be offended, but just remember people, it's all done in fun. Lighten up. The show makes fun of everyone. The other character roaming our streets last night was a 500 pound black woman named Secretia Jackson from the OC (Oak Cliff), carrying a giant jar of pickles and a giant Big Gulp from 7 Eleven filled with Big Red. Just picture someone like Shirley Q Liquor.
Both of these characters have been played for the past 10 years at various events around town and are loved by many. What we captured last night will be a great opening for the show. I wonder how much the neighbors saw?
Despite the forcast for massive thunderboomers during the first night of camping, this year at SRU should prove to be a blast. Even though I was gone on a mini-vacation last weekend, it will be good to get away for a couple days to have a good time, party and drink with friends.
I'm sure tons of pictures and video will be taken. That camera is like a cancerous growth, permanently attached to my hand.
Brian and Mama Starlett are going to be busy this week preparing various items for this weekends show. This weekend we go camping somewhere off in the Texas Boonies for Spring Round Up as we did last year. Of course, this means Mark with lots of free time on his hands to do whatever he wants.
Normally, this would mean watching tons of porn, but unfortunately they're using the computers. I could go to a local bar and talk with friends, getting caught up on the latest gossip while I throw back too many Black Martini's. But we all know that just leads to me getting drunk, craving a cigarette and nasty hangovers the next morning. I thought about going to the gym, but there's something about going with a partner that keeps me from being so damn intimidated I want to curl up in a fetal position in the middle of the weightroom. I'll wait until we start back next Monday. I thought about painting last night, but wasn't able to due to the weather. I like to paint outside. Somehow we went from having 80-90 degree days to a breezy 43 degrees last night. It was so cold, my nipples could cut glass.
After shooting down all of these ideas, it only left me with one option. Visiting Homo Depot. I left with two plants that I'm obviously going to be killing during the next few months. I think there's two plants in this world that I have trouble killing. Plastic and silk. I refuse to have either in our new home. So for now we have a couple plants to brighten up the place.
Exciting evening huh? The rest of the time was sitting in the living room trying to figure out how in the fuck to turn on our new LCD Flat Screen TV.
I didn't know that I had to get a fricken degree in Electronics to just be able to turn the damn thing on.
I guess that's what husbands are for.
Although I enjoy my trips back to Nebraska so much, there's nothing like coming home. Every single time I say something about "home" or doing something when I get "home", my Mother is always quick to correct me and say, "Well you mean your Dallas home....." "Yes, Mother", is how I always respond. No sense in arguing with her or making her feel bad.
The trip down there was uneventful. Long and tiring, but made it to the farm around 1am. I'm amazed that I can find my way down gravel back roads to the farmhouse and not get lost. When you have to turn at a certain farm house, clump of trees or "just over the hill", finding your way around in the daylight can prove difficult.
Time with Mom and the family is always good. Very relaxing, lots of good food and tons of visiting. We never argue, fight or even disagree with each other much. Just lots of talking laughing and teasing.
I spent an afternoon chatting with old art professors. We talked about their work, my work and even the chance of having another One Man Show at some point. They updated me on all of my old college friends from the art school, including one guy I had a little crush on, who now lives in New York City, still single and working for some museum. He was one of my many nude models I hired during my time at school. I'll have to try and look him up to catch up on the past 19 years when we come up for GB:NYC3.
One of the most wonderful moments this past weekend was when I decided to go to my Fathers grave for the first time since his death. I take that back, my Mother and Sister drove me there without telling me, but I never got out of the car. After searching frantically for hours and getting directions from Mom, I finally found the headstone. Old faded Christmas flowers were in the bronze vase. I forgot that the back of the headstone had all of his kids names. It's strange seeing your name on a headstone, even when it's not your own. I was upset that no one had been out there to put new flowers on his grave, so I ran to the store, purchased tons of flowers and spent the next half an hour arranging them. I sat there, listening to the sounds around me, enjoying the warm sun, chatted with Dad and did some crying. It's been 15 years since I've been out there and I felt guilty for not ever going.
Before I knew it, it was time to head back to my Dallas home. I was missing my baby something terrible and couldn't wait to see him. Nine hours behind the wheel of a car can seem like an eternity.
The only strange and surreal moment during my trip was when I was coming back home. About two hours from Dallas, a traveling Carnival caravan had had a pileup on the freeway. Giant Turtles, that I assume are where little kiddies sit inside, were thrown all over the road and the entire place was covered in thousands of stuffed animals. Carney's were frantically running around trying to gather up as much as they could.
Just when you think you've seen it all.
I know sometimes I make it sound like I'm leaving for months when it's only a few days. I know I sure as hell pack like I'm leaving for a trip around the world. When you travel to the midwest, especially during this time of year, you don't know if it's going to be hot, warm, cool or freezing. I swear to you, I've seen it snow one day and have a torando warning the next.
Brian and I had sort of a date last night. We headed down to the West Village for dinner. He ate his raw fish carcasas dipped in wasabi and I had something that was cooked. We viewed the skyline of Dallas from the garage parking rooftop and finally spent some time at the bookstore before heading home. Little did I realize that it was late and I had laundry and packing to do when I got home.
I know its silly, but I miss the bugger even when I only leave for a few days. If he gets this new job where he will be traveling a few days each week, I'll have to deal with this all the time. Maybe those nights alone will force me to paint and draw like I need to be doing.
Who knows, maybe if you're lucky Brian might even pop in here and post something crazy. Be prepared if he does.
Have a great rest of the week and weekend and see you when I get back.
I'm not sure what's triggered it lately, but I've been severly missing home. I was home for last Christmas, but for some reason it feels like it's been longer then that since my last visit. Maybe it's been the stress of work and the condo that put me in this mood. Often times, there's nothing better then the comfort of your own Mother. Somehow, she seems to just make all the anxiety and worry go away.
It's no secret that I'm a Mama's Boy. I'm proud to say it. Even at 40 years old, I go home and get spoiled for the 5 days that I'm there. She fixes my favorite food, we go shopping, sit up late watching old movies and talking until the early hours of the morning.
Even with much of the anxiety behind us, I've still had that twinge of homesickness. Wednesday afternoon, I hop in my car and make the long trip home through the flat plains of Oklahoma, Kansas and finally Nebraska. The majority of my family will be home and not traveling to visit their own kids, so it will be nice to see everyone.
We might not do much in my small hometown of 25000 people, but just getting to spend a few days relaxing is something I need. Brian is going home to be pampered by his Mother this coming weekend as well, because the next time I go home, he's going with me to meet my entire family.
There should be enough to write about during THAT visit to last me for weeks.
My only struggle now is driving through Tornado Alley this coming Wednesday during the worst part of the tornado season.
It's been a few years since we've celebrated Easter in this fashion. Thousands of people, hundreds of dogs, tons of Easter Bonnets and of course, lots of flowing alcohol. We're tired and we're burnt, but we had one hell of an afternoon. I hope everyones Easter was as eventful as ours.
Minus the drunk bunnies.
At 11:30am today, the Easter Bunny was spotted in Dallas Texas. News Reporters were on hand to capture the historic event.
Not safe for work.
I have some of the fondest memories of Easter growing up as a kid. I remember watching some of our families old movies from the 50's and 60's. One by one, all the women and girls come out of the front door and into the yard, wearing their new Easter outfit. White gloves, white shoes and some sort of hat. The cigarette skirts below the knee and the short waisted little jackets with a string of pearls around the neck. One by one the men and boys came out fo the front door, hands in the pockets, head down and acting all embarrassed that Mom made them dress up in white pants and a pastel shirt, with a cardigan or suitcoat.
Finally, Dad would stroll out in his usually black pants, white shirt and black skinny tie. He'd wave to the camera as he always did and walk over to the car and wait for everyone to pile in so he could take us all to early morning Sunrise Service. Easter and Christmas were the only two holidays that Dad ever went to Church with us. I loved watching these old movies, wishing I was a part of the time back then. Eventually, you would see me in some of the later movies as a child.
By the time I got old enough to remember, I would wake up Sunday morning with an enormous Easter basket filled with every kind of candy imaginable. One year I even was presented with a live bunny which at the time was the best gift a 7 year old could possibly receive. After breakfast, Mom handed me my pastel and white outfit she had bought for me. I look back at pictures from back then and cringe at some of the stuff we were forced to wear.
Easter was a family holiday. We usually gathered at someones house after Church for one of those good old Church Ladies Potluck Dinners. It was out yearly family reunion of sorts.
Now a days, I spend Easter with a different family. My Partner and my friends.
I wonder if I can get everyone to dress up in pastels? I'm sure the string of pearls won't be a problem.
There's a surprise today. Brian asked me if he could post something to my site today as well.
The floor is yours honey:
Hello everyone. I have been in the background long enough and now it's time for the spot light. No, just kidding. I have discoverd the power of video and pictures on the web via www.YouTube.com.
Long ago when we met, I found the secret of holding the camera just right and getting "THE PERFECT SHOT" of Mr. Zeitzeuge and me... From that day forward I have gone APE SHITTE about that talent. I even composed a video about it. (Zeitzeuge here: He made this video for me the first Christmas we were together)
Mark sometimes gets annoyed that there are too mant pics of us, but I think theres NOT enough. And don't let him convince you that there is too many pics of me with everyone else either. (It's Zeitzeuge again: After any sort of party, I look at all of our pictures and there's a pic of Brian and each one of the guests individually. Brian and so in so, Brian and this guy, Brian and that guy, Brian and.....you get the picture)
Ok, below is the embedded video ENJOY!
I'm so thankful to the baby Jesus that there is a holiday to hunt for colored eggs and design beutiful bonnets or we wouldn't know what to do.
Hugs and Hoppy Easter's to all ya'll.
I love this time of year. Especially here in Dallas. This is the season of going to Street Art Fairs, visiting Dallas Blooms, checking out the Arboretum, Summer Musicals, Shakespear in the Park and of course Easter in the Park.
The weather outside is averaging 85 and sunny, the nights get cool and breezy. You want to spend your lunch and dinners sitting on patios sipping iced tea or margarita's.
I feel alive during this time of year. We're in our new Condo, work is starting to get a tad bit better, health is doing great and weekends are filled with all the above mentioned events. I even painted a few canvases last night, prepping them for me to create some sort of work. I've been in a painting mode lately. It doesn't mean I've stopped drawing. I have so many ideas floating around in my little head right now. Maybe having freshly painted, blank walls inspire me to put something on them.
We've had some time off from the gym due to the move and remodeling. We have no excuse now. I even have the itch to get back there and start working out. It's been a month. I never thought I would hear myself say I wanted to go to the gym.
Friends are looking for new career opportunities, others are celebrating their year mark in AA, one is selling their home and moving on to bigger and better things.
Brian is interviewing for something really huge for him. An opportunity that basically fell into his lap and would finally pay him what he's worth and give him the distinction that he deserves. I'm crossing my fingers for this one and saying extra prayers.
Despite all the negativity in our lives and dealing with unpleasant things, I realized today at how content and happy I am.
This year is starting to shape up.
Now I just have to figure out how to hot glue 200 marshmellow Peeps onto Easter Bonnets for Sundays day in the Park.
It's that time of year again for me to stress out for a few days due to an upcoming doctors appointment then go to the doctor and come back here to document my results for future reference. Even after this many years, I still don't fully understand the scope of why I get so tense and nervous. I know my body very well. I can usually tell if there's something going on that's not quite right or if my counts are off.
Yet again, in the back of my mind I wonder if this will be the visit that something goes wrong. I'm just a worry wort. I get it from my Mother.
I blame her.
To get it out of the way:
Tcells: 1098 (Jumped a 100 points or so)
Viral Load: 220 (Under 400 is undetectable)
Cholesterol: 220 (Not great, but better then the 500+ it was before)
Good Cholesterol: 38 (Should be 40, but my doctor didn't complain)
Creatnine: 1.7 (Kidney functions which should be 1.2-1.4. Higher the number, the less your kidneys are functioning properly. Last time I was 2.3, so it's on the way down finally. I can definately tell because I don't have kidney pain anymore )
Overall, I was thrilled with the results. After this long of being positive, I find it amazing I can keep my counts this good. I was worried about my kidney functions since that's been my main problem due to my medications. How did I do it? Doing nothing but drinking water like it's going out of style. All day long. It got to the point some days where I felt as if I would drown. No more coffee or pop (I'm from the Midwest so it's pop, not soda or coke!). Tea only on occasion. Watching how much alcohol I consume. I guess it's working.
My weight has stayed close to the same. I know the stress of my job, the move and remodeling of the condo caused me to lose some weight, but only about 10 pounds, 7 of which I put back on so I'm only 3 pounds from the highest I was before Christmas. I'm 169lbs. That one fucking pound to get me over the hump and into the 170 range will kill me. I must go eat a couple of Big Mac's for lunch today.
The only bad count from yesterdays visit was my triglycerides. I came in at a whopping 1130! Go Me! It's better then the 1500 I had last year, but my doc decided it's time to starting taking Tricor, FiberCon and possibly Fish Oil pills if I want. Somehow, all of those help. Yippeee. More medication.
I guess it's better then the days where I was taking anywhere from 40-60 pills a day.
It's so sad that I can sit here and try to think of all that happened this weekend, but for the life of me, Friday is a blur. Only thing I can remember us doing is seeing the movie, The Hills have Eyes. That had to be one of the most bloody, violent and distrubing horror flicks I've seen ages. I think I'm done for another year before seeing another one.
Saturday, Brian and I spent some of our housewarming money that we received from a sweet, wondeful blogger and also from my adorable Mother. She told me I could spend it on clothing if I wanted to or couldn't find anything for the house, but I was a good boy and spent it on a 17 piece Cuisenart Cookware set for the both of us. I guess that means I really have to start cooking, huh? Sure is a pretty set of cookware. Hate to start using it and mess it all up. That, and my pretty new stove. We also purchased a fancy set of towels for our bathrooms. You know the kind. The ones you don't want people to use, so you lay out the useable towels for them, but for some reason they grab the show towels.
Saturday night, we were invited to a friends going away party in West End. Aka, not the gayborhood. The bar we were to meet at is an underground club called Froggie Bottoms. Just the name told me all I needed to know about the place. It's a hole in the wall, tacky frog decor all over the place, cute redneck staff. The people? Your typical shitkickers who love Nascar, Coors Light and heavy metal. This is the place they come to sing Kareoke and dance to Hip Hop music that one time of the year they leave their trailer parks and come into town.
I was in Gay Hell. The barbitches loved us of course. Most of us (but me) were the only people who could sing like we were all fresh off of a Broadway show. Brian sang Father Figure and even got compliments from many in the crowd. My baby can sure sing. Dancing? Don't get me started on how the average good ol' boy redneck dances to Baby Got Back. If I had only taken my camera. There was no other way to deal with the hell that I was in other then to down as many Bud Lights as possible. Before you know it, we're out on this postage stamp of a dance floor, doing The Electric Slide and bumping and grinding to Michael Jacksons Thriller while Cletus, Bocifus and Darlene picked their jaws up off the floor.
Why they chose this spot for a going away party for 30 homosexuals and their fruit flies is beyond me.
Sunday we headed to the Deep Ellum Arts Fair to check out some local artist and maybe buy something for the home. Also going on downtown was the Immigration Law protest. From what I understand something close to 100K Hispanics descended upon downtown. With all the helicopters, police and ambulances around, it felt like a war zone. Luckily, the Street Fair was a good distance away.
Sunday night, we went to see the movie Adam and Steve. One of the funniest damn movies I've seen in ages. Brian and I both could relate so much to this movie. Especially me, being a child of the 80's. If you get the chance, don't miss this one please.
I didn't want to come to work today.
It's that special time of year, when every partner has to fulfill his duties as a husbear and pacify his partner with what ever he wants to do. No, I'm not talking about bringing out the ballgag, sling and extra large double sided dildo, I'm talking about taking Brian to the yearly Dallas Auto Show.
Picture this. You buy your tickets, while someone fidgets, looking around anxioiusly, waiting for me to have the tickets in my hot little hand, ready to sprint towards the entrance. We walk faster then any normal couple should walk and fly through the doors while Brian shrieks, puts his hand over his chest and says, "I need a moment."
Once he's gained his composure, he sprints for the first Concept Car from Ford. Some mammouth truck that resembles a freight train.
Strange noises issue forth from his mouth while bright eyed, he walks around the truck acting as if he's just seen the largest penis on the planet.
You don't know to know what it was like when we got to the Mercedes area of the show. I swear he peed his pants a little. When two business men wouldn't get out of the new S Class, I thought he was going to throw a hissy fit right there on the floor.
Crisis was averted when his ADD kicked in and saw something just as shiney only a few feet away.
Only time I got moist as a cupcake down below is when I saw these:
Concept Camaro:
Concept Challenger:
I think I finally peed a little when I saw this:
Sadest part of the evening was having to drag Brian out of the show after walking around for 2 hours, sitting and touching everything that was shiney and beautifully colored. I can't tell you the number of fancy cup holders we located.
Luckily, the only thing I had to deal with was a pouty face when we left. I'm surprised I didn't have to drag him out kicking and screaming.
For those interested, pics of the cars we liked can be found here.
Yesterday, I sat at this computer and complained about how irritating it can be trying to buy groceries for myself and the hubby. He's trying to eat healthy and I'm trying to gain weight. Funny how life will remind you not to complain so much.
The Ex called me a few times yesterday afternoon. He's been trying to stay off of morphine as much as he can so he can have some awake and lucid moments. He received a few surprise visitors and it put him in a very good mood, which is something that honestly doesn't happen much anymore.
We chatted about how things are going with our condo. He really wants to feel good enough to see it soon. He told me about his visitors who surprised him with wanting to take him to lunch. Unfortunately, he doesn't feel comfortable going out to eat. He told me he had made a decision about his apartment and wants to box everything up, donate some of his old clothes and put everything in storage, in hopes of maybe some day getting better.
Then he told me he had a big concern. For the past 6 months or so, he's avoided weighing himself. The normally robust 195 man has dwindled down to an average of 135, or so he thinks. I knew he was lower then that. The one time he got in my car and the passenger airbag stayed unactivated due to not enough weight on the seat.
They allow them at Hospice to do their own laundry if they feel up to it, helping give them a little sense of control over their own life. There was a scale next to the washer, so he decided to see what he weighed. He is down to 110 pounds. He was pretty upset when he told me, saying that there should be some sort of magical pill out there that would help him eat. He gets extremely hungry and has cravings, but the minute he smells food it turns his stomach and he loses his appetite. Only thing he craves is something sweet. I bought him Lucky Charms and Fruit Loops last week and he's eating that like it's going out of style. Yet, it's not enough to help put weight on. He's drinking Boost and Ensure along with anti-nausea medication which I'm sure helps, but not enough obviously.
He has a meeting with the doctor and nurse that check on the patients each week. He's going to tell them about all his concerns.
I'm sure they're going to get an ear full and will hear about it all tonight when I visit.
The last couple weeks at our old apartment, we pretty much ate out most of the time. I'm extremely anal about packing early, cleaning and throwing things away before a move, so the thoughts of dirtying up a kitchen drove me into fits. Our life was lived out of a fast food bag.
When we were staying with B&S we were treated to a couple wonderful homecooked meals. The rest of the time was still eating out for lunch and many dinners.
Finally the day arrived for us to be in our condo. The kitchen would be the last thing to get finished of course. Still no chance of cooking a meal in sight. Once the kitchen was finished, we spent a few days putting things away.
Last night was the first time in ages since we went grocery shopping. Do you know what it's like to start from scratch? Buying all the condiments, the basics, the meat. Our shopping cart was actually making groaning noises from all the weight we were putting in it.
I forgot how much I dislike grocery shopping. The husbear wants something healthy and made with wheat and bean sprouts and I want something made with carbs, fat and covered in sugar. We disagree on pretty much everything. I actually bought wheat pasta last night. The thoughts of eating that make me shudder. I'm sure my body will go into some sort of shock when it eats healthy food.
He eats Grape Nuts, I eat Frosted Mini Wheats.
I eat fruit, he eats carrot sticks.
I eat Sweet Potato Bread, he eats something with 476 kinds of grains.
I eat clog-your-arteries mayo, he eats lowfat, lowcarb, has-no-taste mayo.
I eat anything with the word "fried" on the box, he eats anything that has grill marks on it.
I drink milk think enough it needs a strainer, he drinks milk you can see through.
I eat 250 calories a teaspoon French Dressing, he eats low fat blue cheese (like there IS such a thing)
I like Jeno's Frozen Pizza Rolls, he likes frozen vegatables.
I drink Mountain Dew, he drinks Diet anything.
It's a wonder we can get out of the grocery store first off with ONE full cart and secondly, make it out of there without killing each other.
So what did I cook last night? How did I "break in" our new kitchen?
He made a turkey sandwich, I reheated leftover pizza topped with sausage, bacon, pepperoni and ham.
Yesterday, while sitting at my desk doing everything possible to keep myself from pulling my chest hairs out (I would pull them out of my head if I had any), I received an email from a long lost friend who I hadn't heard from in over a year or more.
I would get the occasional email that would say, "Merry Christmas" or "Happy 4th of July!", but that would be it. Nothing personal at all. Just some random note wishing me the best on a particular holiday. I laugh at how people come and go in our lives. One moment someone is your best friend. You're talking every day, hanging out all the time, sharing your lives together and then nothing. They're gone. Out of your life. Moved on. We both have good intentions of keeping in contact, visiting each other, calling on occasion. With certain friends in my past, this never seems to work.
On the flip side, there are friends that I've made that I talk to on a weekly basis. Try to visit them on a yearly basis. Send emails back and forth or just letting them read my blog to see what's happening in my life. I can never seem to figure out a rhyme or reason to why some friends stay in touch and others don't. Ever so often, I'll start thinking about a close friend I had and start frantically searching for them. Most of the time with no luck.
But receiving an email from a long lost friend like I did yesterday, updating me on their life can always bring a smile to my face. I learned about how much healthier they are, that their job is wonderful, they love the new city they moved to and about how the dog they've had for almost 18 years is still alive.
It's good to know that no matter how long of time has passed between us, that nothing will break the bond of a truly good friend.
Ok, living a block from The Hidden Door for Sunday afternoon Beer Bust, is NOT a good thing. Brandon and Dusty needed an afternoon out to enjoy the 90 degree sunny day, so we headed out for mexican food and margs. Before you know it, we're heading to Mickeys to try a Petron Cafe' shot. Tasted like alcoholic coffee. After that, we found ourselves walking to The Door for more drinking. I honestly don't remember walking home, stripping down naked and climbing into bed. Good thing we walked.
Since typing on the keyboard makes my head explode today, I'll just leave you with some more before and after pics of our Condo. Who knows, if my brain starts functioning again today, I might remember all the things I wanted to post today.
Old Kitchen:
New Kitchen
Old Diningroom:
New Diningroom:
