I was sitting on the couch last night, watching VH1's 100 Greatest Songs of the 80's. I just eat this shit up. They interview many of the singers from back then and show what they're doing today. The show is in 5 parts, each an hour long. I watched parts 1 and 2 last night. I'm dying to see parts 3, 4, and 5. I even set it to record so I can watch over and over. I think I'm obsessed.
I listen to music today and find it hard to find something I like. Oh, I have my favorite singers like George Michael, Sarah McLachlan, Jann Arden, Jason Mraz. I have my favorite groups like Scissor Sisters, A.F.I., Under The Influence of Giants, Bodies Without Organs. But I'll never stop loving my 80's. Hell, I graduated highschool in 83 and college in 87. Can't get much more 80's then that.
So lately, I've been stocking up on cd's and greatest hits cd's of my favorite artists. Yesterday in the mail, I received my newest cd to my collection, The Greatest Hits of Wang Chung. For some reason, I only remember 3 hits yet somehow they're able to come out with 15 greatest hits on their cd. Same thing happened when I bought Tony Basil's greatest hits cd. She only had the hit Oh, Mickey! yet she comes out with a 10 song greatest hits cd.
While jamming away this morning to my new cd, the words to one of their songs totally caught me off guard. Had I forgotten how fucking crazy the words to this song were? It's the song Dance Hall Days.
Take your baby by the hand (sounds normal)
And make her do a high hand stand (ok, they lost me here. Do a handstand while high on cocaine?)
Take your baby by the heel (because it's the easiest body part to get ahold of)
And do the next thing that you feel (swing her around like a dead cat?)
Chorus:
We were so in phase (I've had many phases in my life, but "in phase"? What the hell?)
In our dance hall days
We were cool on craze (was this some sort of crack cocaine mixture I didn't know about during the 80's?)
When i, you, and everyone we knew
Could believe, do, and share in what was true (ok, sounds pretty normal finally)
Oh, I said (said what.....)
Take your baby by the hair (because we all know women like to be dragged around by their hair like the caveman days)
And pull her close and there there there (there, there, there....seems he's not sure of what he wants to say)
Take your baby by the ears (I'm sure she has no hair left after taking her by the hair, so grab the next best thing)
And play upon her darkest fears (yes, then torture the poor girl after dragging her around by the hand, heel, hair and ears)
Repeat chorus
So take your baby by the wrist (not many body parts left to choose from that haven't been abused)
And in her mouth an amethyst (what I want to know, is how did it GET there?)
And in her eyes two sapphires blue (fake contacts?)
And you need her and she needs you (awww, well at least the song ends sweetly)
And you need her and she needs you
Repeat chorus
Makes you wonder what the hell they were snorting in the 80's. Well, we all know the answer to that question. Do you know of any song that had some batshit crazy lyrics?
ZeitCast 14 - Halloween 2006 at Rainbow Ranch.
Our toes still fucking hurt. Damn. How do women do it? That's all I want to know.
We started off our weekend excited as hell about heading out to The Ranch for some Halloween fun. Our spirits were dampened when we showed up to a water soaked trailer. It seems that there was a raging storm the night before we arrived. Gale force winds. Torrential downpour of rain. The slide section of our triler was leaking like crazy. The entire floor was soaking wet. So we spent the next 3 hours with a shopvac and industrial strength fans drying things out.
Needless to say, I was needing a stiff cocktail afterwards. Once we finished, we headed down to the pavillion to see everyone. Good friends of ours had about 5 tents set up in a circle next to the pavillion so we enjoyed an evening of drinking around a huge campfire while Max and some other dogs played in the lake. Yes, the lake. He saw the water and that was the last we saw of him for the rest of the night.
Saturday we lounged around, did a bit of shopping in the huge city of Groesbeck and started getting ready about 5pm for the 7pm party. There were a lot of great costumes. We came in 2nd again this year. We were beat by our friends who dressed up as a pregnant, trashy, redneck Britney Spears and her hubby K-Fed.
We all got pretty trashed. It was the only way to keep our feet from absolutely killing us. The boys crashed earlier then I did. I spent the next few hours of the night talking with a new good friend that I had made.
Hungover and sore, we cleaned up the drag droppings that were all over the trailer. There was glitter and makeup everywhere. Wigs and panties hanging from the rafters.
It's good to be home.
Click here to see the entire Halloween 2006 Photo Album.
I have the wigs, fake purple eyelashes, crotchless black fishnet stockings, red and black glittered tube top, velvet mini skirt and my red glittery platform shoes all packed. Now I just need to find those bubba teeth with the gold tooth and I'm set and ready to go. Did I mention we found a black rabbit fur bolero jacket?
Brian found a white one and my friend Brad found a baby blue one. We're going to be the Belle's of the Ball.
Don't worry. There will be more video and pictures then you could imagine taken this weekend. A ZeitCast will soon follow once we return.
I wonder if we can dress up Max in some sort of trashy hooker wear? I'm sure he would be eaten and torn off within seconds.
We're excited as hell to get out of town with friends and head to The Ranch. I hope everyone has a very safe and enjoyable Halloween Weekend and please be safe!
Don't forget to turn your clocks back an hour on Saturday!
I can never say that I ask my readers for advice or suggestions and they never come through for me. I have a list a mile long now. I went into Borders last night to check out some of the suggestions. I went ahead and bought two Augusten Burroughs books to start off with. I read like my Mother. I sat down last night after I got home from work and ate some dinner, grabbed my blankie and curled up on the couch with Running with Scissors. I wanted to read the book before seeing the movie.
By 11pm I was half way done. Another thing about me, I can't read a book slowly. I can't savor a book, chapter by chapter, day after day. I usually try and finish a book within a few days.
To me it would be like watching a movie on TV, ten minutes at a time. Would drive me nuts.
I finished the novel A Time Before Me, by Michael Holloway Perrone. Again, it took me one day. It's a short novel, coming in at only 178 pages. It was a book that didn't take me long to get into and captured my attention pretty well. It's a very sweet story a lot of people growing up in an ultra conservative small town might face. His coming out though once it happens is totally a different story. Nothing like doing it in New Orleans.
Growing up in a small Mississippi town, shy and inexperienced Mason spends much of his time with his best friend and childhood crush, Billy. When a six-pack of beer leads to a kiss between the two, Mason believes his dreams have come true. Billy's disregard for the incident, however, dashes Mason's hopes.
After graduation, Mason fears he's doomed to spend a humid Mississippi summer scooping ice cream. But everything changes when his vivacious Aunt Savannah invites him to live with her in New Orleans and work in the box office of her drag queen cabaret. It's there- in the decadent and liberating French Quarter- that Mason begins to fall for Joey, a strikingly handsome and sweet nineteen year old, who may just be ready to open his heart to someone new.
When Mason's lingering feelings for Billy threaten his new romance, he must make a choice. With the help of his aunt and a sassy drag queen, Miss Althea, Mason learns that the only way to get anywhere in life is to roll life's dice and take a chance.
The writing is very easy to read and flows nicely. It's fast paced. Before I knew it, I was reading the last page.
My only gripe would be that the story ended as a cliffhanger and there's this need to know what happened next. You'll have to wait until he finishes his sequal to find out what happened to the boy and his first love, which picks up 12 years after the story ends.
Thanks for everyones suggestions yesterday. I have enough reading material I think to last me quite a while. From now on, if anyone out there finishes a book you thought was amazing, shoot me an email.
I've been reading the book I was sent to review. It's nice to finally have something to read.
I will go to Borders or Barnes and Noble and wander around the isles for hours, picking up every book I see and reading the inside covers to see if it would be something I might find interesting. I read book reviews online from time to time as well, hoping to find a book that will capture my attention.
Rarely it does. I usually leave the bookstore empty handed. I find an author that I like, read every single thing they wrote, then sit patiently waiting for their next release. Many months can sit between these releases.
I know that if I just sat down and gave a few books the chance, I would enjoy them and really get into them. A book has to capture my attention very quickly otherwise I get bored and it gets put down and hardly ever picked back up.
I'll pretty much read anything from science fiction, fantasy, horror to autobiographies and suspense novels. As long as it's a good book.
I need your help. Give me some ideas of books you've read recently that you couldn't put down.
Some how I missed my blogiversary. Why didn't anyone remind me? Normally I remember things like this and here it is more then a month later and I'm just now getting around to "reflection" time. Can you tell I have absolutely nothing to write about today?
I started this thing 3 years ago on September 17th. I had been reading a few blogs that were recommended to me by a friend. After a few months, we were looking for a way to start our own. We had grand ideas of starting a group blog with each of us posting various things throughout the day and becoming an instant sensation throughout the world. Ok, so we just didn't to be a D-List Blogger. C-List would have been perfectly fine. After our initial failed attempt, we went on our seperate ways and I started my own on blogger. I quickly learned to despise blogger and decided to go "solo".
I've never kept any sort of a journal in my life, either online or on paper. I never have had any desire or need to write. I express my self in other forms of artistic expression. Even until this day, I still don't consider myself much of a writer. I'm just a guy who tries to pretend as if he's writing down a conversation he's having with another person. Sometimes my grammer isn't very good. Often you might find a misspelled word that I didn't catch. Some days I know I bore you to tears, bring you to tears or make you laugh. Hopefully it's more of the latter.
Over the past two years, with the addition of a new husband, new condo, new dog and new trailer, my blog has changed from my telling of past stories, or my thoughts or ideas to a daily journal of our lives. Hell, it's not even MY blog anymore. It's OUR blog. I was reminded this one night while Brian and I were shaking our groove thang on the dance floor at a local club. Here comes this hairy little cub and told us how excited he was to meet local celebrities and that he loved reading OUR blog.
I knew things had changed at that point. FIrst off, celebrities? Not so much. But the blog had become out form of sharing our lives with everyone who wanted to drop by and check us out.
I've used this medium to meet so many wonderful bloggers across the U.S. We've started GB:NYC which somehow has taken on a life of it's own. It's wonderful to know that no matter what city you go visit, there's probably a few bloggers that are willing to let you crash in their guest bedroom and show you around the city.
The latest perk? I'm by far nowhere near the readership or caliber of Joe. He gets tickets to various events and even porn shipped to him just so he will mention it on his blog. I'd be lucky if I get a can of spam. But recently, I was contacted by a marketing company to read a new book and to talk about it on my blog. I'll give you an update once I'm finished reading A Time Before Me by Michael Holloway Perronne.
Now I'm reviewing books. Who knew?
It's official. I knew this day would eventually come. Brian and I are offically trailer trash. We drove down to meet Brian and his parents at The Ranch Saturday afternoon. We arrived a little bit early so we sat around and drank beers and enjoyed the cool afternoon until we heard the rumbling of the diesel engine come up the path way.
There she was, all 33 feet of her. I didn't realize it was that big of a trailer. She's not brand new, but she's quite nice and will work perfectly for us. The Rainbow Ranch crowd started gathering like it was some sort of Amish Barn Raising, minus the covered dishes and people actually helping. They mainly gave advice from a spectators point of view. But they're a great bunch of people. From what I hear, no matter what sort of issue or problem we might have, people will be there to give us a helping hand. They'll even help us build our deck.
We spent most of the afternoon learning how to take care of one of these things. I didn't realize how much a person had to know when it comes to plumbing, grey water, black water, propane. I learned that you can't have certain items on at the same time or things sort of blow up.
Brian and I have dreamed of having our own trailer and not having to rely on crashing with friends. We have our own place to enjoy every weekend we want to get away from the city. As I've said before, the place is like an extended family of very helpful neighbors and friends. Once this busy holiday season is past us, we plan on going out there a couple times a month. It's only an hour and forty-five minutes away from Dallas.
Max loves it out there. Plenty of dogs for him to run around with and enjoy the outdoors. When I left him at home this morning, he barely held his head up and just looked at me. I think he's still tired.
We have a lot of work to do out there. Mama and Daddy are coming back to build a large deck and bring us our very own golf cart. Most of the regular permanent people have their own carts. We'll do some landscaping and lighting eventually as well. Our neighbors are very sweet and have already talked to us about ideas for the yard and up and coming parties we could have.
Here's a few pics of the trailer. Notice how cold Brian is. Texas officially got it's first major cold front this past weekend.
Max pretty much sat by the door wanting to go back outside whenever he was in the trailer.
I also had to show you something we found in line at the grocery store in Groesbeck Texas. Boudreaux's Butt Paste. Baby cream for diaper rash. Butt paste? Oh you just don't understand how much fun we were having with this while in line to buy beer. Those ladies around us didn't know what to think.
Thursday night I attended the 2006 AIDS Arms Life Walk Appreciation Dinner. Specific groups, corporations and individuals are invited to show appreciation for their fundraising efforts.
Out of all the individual fundraisers in Dallas, I was awarded with 1st place for donations. I don't do this each year for this reason. Although the recognition is wonderful, I do it because it's a passion of mine. I want to make a difference. I also do it because Dallas has the 2nd most number of HIV/AIDS cases in the state of Texas. Dallas alone, has over 17000 people living with HIV/AIDS. That number is up from 15000 the previous year. Seventy Five people a month are diagnosed with HIV/AIDS in Dallas. The largest number of increases in infection are among women and young people. For the first time in years, the number of infections among gay men in Dallas has increased drastically. Forty percent of infections in Dallas are among the Hispanic community.
There are times where I feel like we've not learned anything. What is happening with our young people? And out of all the groups, gay men infections are back on the rise? Needless to say, I left a little heartbroken, angry, frustrated, sad and bound and determined to do more next year.
For the first time there were almost 4000 people that registered for The Walk this year. Up from previous years. The largest goal of 300,000 for the first time in the 16 year history of The Walk was surpassed to over 350,000. That was something to be happy and proud about. Every year, more corporations are offering sponsorship. The Dallas community is able to help a larger amount of people who need hospice or help with legal services, rent, medication cost and every day help such as haircuts, hot meals, pet needs, or just a buddy to spend time with and help run errands.
Hearing the numbers just made me realize how we need to continue to do what we are doing and continue to do more.
One more time, I say thank you to all who helped me achieve my goal this year. The 3000 people here in Dallas that receive help on a daily basis from the money you donated, thank you as well.
My challenge for everyone is to start thinking today, what you could do next year? How can YOU make a difference?
Damn host site down again today. This is really getting old and I have zero patience.
I'm working from home today. First time ever. It's not something my current company really allows, but the contractors are here today installing our new windows, so I gave my company the option of having me work from home rather then to just be away for the day.
I love working from home. Especially when there's three hunky Mexican men working around my house. I wonder if they would do the work naked for me?
I need to learn Spanish.
Heading out tomorrow for The Ranch. Brian flew out to West Texas to meet up with his family and bring our trailer down and set it up at The Ranch. Kelly and I leave tomorrow to meet them down there. We're so excited!
I must get back to work and watch hot men hang windows.
Oh, boy. Someone sure wasn't very happy with me yesterday.
I went to pick up Max around 5:30. His surgery was only completed probably 2 hours before. He came running out from the back, ears flat, looking around in terror. He dragged me out the door and headed straight to the car, dragging me along behind him with his leash.
He wouldn't look at me, nor let me touch him at all once we got in the car. I tried to pet him and consol him as much as I could, but he would have nothing to do with me. He kept edging closer to the window of the car and turned his head away from me. We got home and he gingerly hopped out of the car and walked to the house with me. He went inside and immediately laid down and wouldn't come near me or look at me for the next 3 hours.
Needless to say I was heartbroken. I tried laying down with him to snuggle and he wouldn't have anything to do with me. After a few hours, I gave him a treat, took him out to do his business and when we came back in I tried again. He walked over and leaned into my head and I could tell he was still a little dizzy. He wobbled a bit and kind of fell over onto me, wanting his belly rubbed.
Finally. I'm no longer the horrible, evil, mean Papa. I tell you, it almost killed me. He had me at the point of tears at one point. Yeah, I'm sucker, sap, wuss.....whatever you want to call me.
This morning he was all frisky and running around like nothing had happened. I slathered his painkiller with peanut butter and he went to town on it. He loves his painkillers.
He's more like his Papa every day.
By noon today, central standard time, we will be the proud owner of Max the Castrati Singer. I'll always have a dog with a high pitched bark. I swear he did nothing but lick his balls all morning (I'd never leave the house if I could do that) while I was getting ready. He must have known he'd never see them again.
I've never had one of my dogs neutered. My Chow was sired out a few times which can be very profitable. My Chihuahua was too scared to even try to have sex with another dog. The last time we tried, he hovered in the corner shaking like he always did. "Hot dog on dog action? Naw, I'll sit over here and shiver instead."
Max was all excited this morning. He love going to the vet since that is where boarding and Doggie Day Care happens. He gets to play all day with other dogs when he's there. Not today. Nope.
There is a reason that I could never possibly have children. Not that I would ever have them neutered or spayed, but it's my reaction to what happened next. While the guy came to get Max, I said to the woman behind the counter "There's not a lot of pain involved with this, right?" "Oh, yes. Quite a lot of pain for the next few days", she replied. Max was hopping all around, tail wagging, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth thinking he's going to go play with other dogs, while I stood there with a tear running down my face.
I must be the only pet owner that does this at the Vet.
I have a feeling his days of being excited about going to the Vet are over.
I'm back. Miss me much?
The time at home with the family was nice. Not great or earthshattering, but it was a pleasant visit. I did a little bit of shopping, ate out a lot and slept in late every day. I wish I had tons of incredible stories to tell you about the visit, but the whole thing was very uneventful.
The only exciting part was eating with Mom and her hubby at a new Chinese Buffet. Something I try to avoid at all cost. While sitting there eating luke warm, so-so food, in walked the entire Football Team from my old college. Each boy had to be at least 250 pounds or more and stood way over 6 foot tall. Each one except for a couple were hunky as hell. I could barely eat my kung pao chicken without it falling out of my mouth. Boy are those guys some eaters. I counted some that went back 4 and 5 times to fill up their plates.
The only other highlight of my trip was Max. Driving 9 hours with him in the seat next to me is not an easy task. He was up and down constantly, spinning in circles to get comfortable, whining and drooling. Not to mention that 9 hours in the car with a very flatulent dog is NOT pleasant.
Phew.
While I was away, Brian and the boys had fun shopping for the rest of our halloween costumes. There is a street here in Dallas called Harry Hines. It's known for it's hookers. We're going as the "Hairy" Hines Hookers. We've convinced about 6 people to dress up with us. They found everything from tube tops, halter tops, slutty skirts and even short waisted rabbit fur coats. Mine is a little black number that comes right below my boobies.
Add some very bad wigs, cheap jewelry, blue eyeshadow and bright red lipstick and we should be set. Now I just have to find some of those Bubba Teeth.
Glamorous I tell you, just glamorous.
Traveling with a 6 month old puppy today is going to be a joy. It was different when he was 12 weeks old. He was a perfect little man. I'm having my doubts now that he's a tad bit older. I'm crossing my fingers for a pleasant 9 hour drive home. Mom and her husband absolutely loved Max when we were home for Fourth of July. I'm not sure they even know I'm bringing him home this time.
I hate the fact that I'm not going to see Brian this weekend.
I'm just waiting to get through this day, then head out on the open road towards Nebraska. I get to eat at all my favorite restaurants, see as many family members as I can and get at least one home cooked meal from Mama. The only drawback will having to go to church on Sunday morning. Our church has become a tad bit "radical" and annoying the past couple of years. Even Mom doesn't seem to enjoy it like she used to.
I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. I'll try to post something during the trip if I can find a wireles connection somewhere.
UPDATE: Please do me a big favor and immediately go here to read Mark's latest story.
Cool weather is finally upon us here in Texas. Well, cool for us that is. High's in the upper 70's, lows in the 50's. I'm sure it won't last long and we'll be pushing the 90's here before too long. I'll be heading home to Nebraska on Thursday afternoon for a nice little 4 day weekend with the family. The last time I checked, the temperature back home had dipped into the freezing levels. If weather.com is true, it should be back into the mid 60's during the day while I'm at home. I don't own a heavy coat. I don't own scarves, gloves and stocking caps. We would only wear them for a month here, if that. But I am excited to break out some of my Kenneth Cole leather jackets. My babies have been cooped up all year.
I'm excited to see my family. Normally, I go home in September. This year it was pushed off to October, so I'm definately needing a Mommy fix. It's no secret I'm a big Momma's boy. I know that part of my excitement to go home is because Mom has been feeling ill lately. Every time I call her the past 6 months something is wrong. She's dizzy, light headed, sick to her stomach, achey or something. When you're Mom is 79 years old, you start to worry.
Niemans did a shitty thing to Brian. They pulled his offer for employment and gave it to someone else at a lower salary. Stealing that person from one of their contractors. Nice timing on their part. You can tell it was all planned on their end. The poor Recruiter felt so bad. She actually found Brian through this website and had me contact him. The other job he was going for came in way too low salary wise.
All of this of course, causes more stress and arguments. I'm the type of person to show my anger, frustration, sadness, pissyness or whatever other slew of emotions, openly and freely. Brian on the other hand, tends to push things inside or brush them off and puts on a happy face. He tried to act happy-go-lucky, but I could tell his disappointment and frustration was there. It's what happens when you get your hopes up and things fall through.
Since I'm going home this weekend, it means I won't see him for an other week. He'll come home the day after I leave. He leaves back for Denver the day I come home. He comes home from Denver Thursday night. We'll see each other for a few hours before he heads out to see his parents and they bring our new Trailer down to The Ranch. Luckily, I'll get to see him then.
So to celebrate some of the "stress" and the little cold that seems to accompany this time of year (holiday season), I woke up with two huge cold sores on my upper lip this morning. How in the hell do these things appear overnight? Yeah it's great to have Angelina Jolie lips, but they hurt and are ugly. Good thing Brian's not around, I wouldn't be able to kiss him. I hate these fucking things. I swear to God, every single school picture when I was growing up, is a picture of me smiling with a big old cold sore on my upper lip. No herpes comments or I'll have to kick some ass.
No smiling for me today. I might split open my lip. I just know when I'm standing there talking to someone at work today, they're eyes will be fixated on these things that are so big they arrive 5 minutes before I do.
I'm a naked kind of guy. When around the house by myself, I'm usually stripped down to nothing, parading around in my birthday suit. Hell, it's my house, I'm alone, so why not? Even when it's just Brian and I, we're both usually naked as a jaybird. God forbid someone should knock on the door or just walk into our home. They would get the view of two naked hairy boys, sprawled out on the counches, eating some sort of junk food, watching TV.
Last night, I decided to do a little bit of housecleaning upstairs. I'm all about saving energy cost, so I opened up the windows to let in the cool breeze and shut off the air conditioning. I opened the front and back doors to let in a nice flow through breeze. Max was loving all the coolness and being able to sit for hours starring out the windows.
I decided to strip down to nothing while I did my housework upstairs. I was working up a sweat and figured being naked would be more comfortable. In the heat of working like a madman on the wood floors, I had to run downstairs to get our Swiffer. I didn't even think that our front door was open nor that I was buckass nekkid. I walked down stairs and low and behold, someone was standing at our front door, talking on his cell phone obviously lost and looking for someone. Rather then covering myself up or closing the door like any normal sort of person would do, for some reason I just stood there dumbfounded.
"Um, can I help you?"
Starring directly at my peepee, "No........*5 second pause*.................I'm looking for *blahblahblahstreet*"
"It's across the street", I replied non-chalantly as I politely closed the door.
A couple minutes later after I threw on some shorts to cover my nakedness, I walked back downstairs and by the front window. Guess who was bent down trying to sneak a peek into our window?
You guessed it.
It seems Mr. Lostboy was sticking around for the next show while he cleverly chatted on his phone and pretended to be lost.
The minute Brian landed on Friday, we hit the ground running and didn't seem to stop until he left on Sunday night. He arrived around 7pm, so we hopped in the car and went out for some good mexican food. I made a comment about how I don't think we were going to be able to check out the State Fair this year due to all of our activities. That's all it took. The minute we finished dinner we headed to the State Fair for about 4 hours. We rode everthing we possibly could without getting sick, screamed a lot and ate some food that was bad for us. The new fried dish this year was Fried Coca Cola. Some sort of batter that's fried. Then they pour coke over the batter and top it with cherries, coke flavored syrup and powdered sugar. We stayed away from that one.
The next morning we were up bright and early. We met up with Brad and Timothy and headed to Six Flags. We had bought tickets from a friend of ours and this weekend was the only time we could use them. There must have been some sort of Baptist Convention going on or something. We saw more "Jesus" t-shirts then you could imagine. I'm sure my t-shirt that said "555, The Lesser Evil" didn't go over well. One little girl saw my t-shirt while in line and told her mother to look at it. Her mother responded by telling her daughter to just "not look at me". There were also these 3 hotter then hell boys who ended up being in front of us on one of the roller coasters. We waited for them at the bottom of the stairs once we got off the ride just so we could get a better look. They smiled and said Hi. We ended up running into them all afternoon. We weren't hiding the fact that we thought they were adorable as hell.
Once we got home, we took a quick nap before having to head out to the Round Up to watch Mama and Twyla twirl their batons for the show. It was a night of running into everyone we knew. The bar was so packed it was asshole to elbow. It was also a night of getting flirted with and hit on. Must have been a full moon or something.
Sunday morning (almost afternoon since we slept until 10:30am) we took Max to the doggie park for some exercise. I don't think he's feeling all that well due to him teething. He's lost the majority of his baby teeth. He's been quiet and not very perky all weekend. We ended up going to Mama's house for a short time before heading home to take another nap.
We watched some TV, ate some dinner and before you knew it, it was time for Brian to fly back out to San Diego.
Now that he's gone I can get some rest.
I have to say, that you all are some passionate bitches when it comes to your underwear. Makes me want to go out and buy some of those new fancy undies that have little firetrucks on them, but I'm going to try and resist the urge.
I had an urge last night which I succumbed to because I just couldn't help it. Due to our busy weekend schedules and Brian traveling during the week to San Diego and Denver, I knew I was going to have to come up with some easy sort of costume for us to throw together. I'm all about buying a few things, slapping it on and going out. I try to avoid putting down $200 for a deposit on each costume, plus throw down $100-150 on the rental price for each. Not sure what it costs in your city to rent a costume, but around here it's ridiculous.
Last year was easy. Buy some gogo boots, borrow some dresses, throw on some makeup and afro's and Ta-Dah! We're 60's chicks. I wanted something that easy. I had thought about it all day yesterday. I appreciate everyones suggestions. Many of them were really good. The more we can embarrass ourselves the better I figured. So Brad and I went out to a few places last night. Party City didn't have much for us to choose from regarding my idea. We went over to Target and tried on womens clothes. I'm loudly proclaiming that all the stuff we were looking at would be great for our halloween costume. Making sure anyone within an earshot can hear me. Going to the dressing room and trying the stuff on was even more fun. The 18 year old girl behind the counter didn't know what to think.
We eventually headed over to Electric Boutique. The one stop shopping for women when they want to dress slutty that one time a year. I found a pair of shoes that I had to have. I'll take Brian there tonight to pick out a pair for him and start building our costumes from that.
Can you guess what we're going to be?
This morning while uploading pictures, Max was jumping all over me trying to get some lovin'. When I'm on the computer, he's usually beneath my feet or trying to get in my lap.
Getting big isn't he?
It will be a busy weekend. We're going to Six Flags with friends tomorrow. That night we're going to see Mama and Twyla do a quick twirling routine at The Round Up and drink with friends. Why you ask? This weekend is the Texas vs OU game. From what I understand there's some sort of bitter rivalry that's been going on for centuries. I'm neither from Texas nor Oklahoma, so I really don't give a rats ass about the game, but it's a reason for the entire city of Dallas, including the gayborhood, to party.
Plus, it brings in all the cute college boys.
We got a nice little surprise at work yesterday. Around 3:30pm, the lights started flickering and within seconds our power went out. We hung out together, chatting away while someone tried to find out when the issue would be fixed. By 4:00pm we found out that the problem, whatever is was, wouldn't be fixed until after 6:00pm. Time for me to leave. I know it was only an hour, but it made all the difference in the world.
So to use my afternoon wisely rather then sit at home on the couch trying to catch the last part of Oprah, I decided to do something exciting.
I went underwear shopping.
Tight, boxer styled in grey, black and blue colors. I hate buying underwear. I like spending my clothing allowance on things like shirts, sweaters, pants, jackets or a lot of gay man's obsession, shoes. Spending money on underwear or socks absolutely is like pulling teeth.
I suppose I could go commando like so many of my bretheren do, but I can't stand all the floppage. Especially when you're wearing dress pants for work. Plus, when you go peepee and you don't shake well enough, there's bound to be some dribble going on. How do commando people live with this? Don't get me started on skidmarks, which by the way I do not ever have.
No, going commando is not an option. I used to be the type of person who spent tons of money on underwear. Calvin Klein or 2xist at 20-25 dollars a pop. That's some pretty fucking expensive drawers! Especially since the person that gets to see them 90% of the time is yourself.
So I will confess here and say that I wear tight boxer briefs, dark colors and I buy them from Target.
What kind of underwear to you wear or do you go commando?
I decided to get rid of my funk last night by watching 3 episodes of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Nothing like cheering yourself up with topics of rape and murder. I tried to watch CNN for a while, but couldn't handle listening to any more shit about Former Rep. Mark Foley. After being caught he *shakes his magic 8 ball* and tells the world he was molested as a child and that he's gay. Like we didn't see that coming. Sometimes I wonder about the reporting on CNN or any other news for that matter.
If they weren't talking about Foley, they were discussing the motives and reasoning behind the Amish School House killer. Watching and listening to the stories of these people and those poor families that lost children or have children still in critical condition, was too much after a while.
If that wasn't enough, they talk about the War in Iraq or how Kim Jong-Il is ready to test a nuclear bomb.
NEWS FLASH! I've decided that the news is too depressing and that it should be avoided at all cost.
I'm going to stick to things involving puppies, kittens, rainbows, butterflies and ice cream sundaes.
And porn, can't forget about porn.
I'll make sure I avoid Extreme Makeover: House Edition at all cost.
I spent the rest of the evening playing around on my laptop. I'm honestly not sure why I bought it, but I'm glad I have it. I hardly ever use it, so I've decided to try and put it to good use. No, not porn although that would have been a great idea, I uploaded some of my new cd's, downloaded the coolest screen saver EVER called Electric Sheep and finally got caught up on some much needed blog reading.
Wow. So many things are going on or have gone on in peoples lives this past month. I feel like I've been in some sort of timewarp.
In other news, Brian has been getting offers for jobs here at home. He's excited, eventhough he's having way too much fun in San Diego. One of the jobs would be with Nieman Marcus (Needless Markup) and would guarantee us a 30% discount! Yippee! That 750 Prada shirt I've had my eye on will now be a whopping $525. I must run out and buy two if he takes the job. We'll know more by the end of the week.
The rest of the month is going to be hectic. We're heading to Six Flags on Saturday for a day of fun and sun while screaming our lungs off like little girls. This always perks me up. I become a little kid at an amusement park. Helping Mama and Twyla with another mini-show at The Roundup Saloon that night. The following weekend I'm heading home for some much needed Mommy and family time. Weekend after that we're moving our new trailer to our permanent spot down at Rainbow Ranch. The weekend after that, we'll be heading back down to Rainbow Ranch for the big Halloween Party.
We still haven't figured out what we're dressing up as for Halloween. Any ideas??!!
I'm already exhausted. I have no idea what is in store for November other then a weekend with Brian's parents for Thanksgiving and spending two weeks decorating the place for our Christmas Party the first weekend in December.
December. Parties, dinners, parties, shopping, presents, parties.
Ok, I just need to get through October first. Costumes. Roman Soldiers? Sexy half-naked Sailors? The two Transvestites from Little Britain?
I really need to get out of this funk that I'm in. I know it's a combo of a lot of things, and that it will pass just like it always has in the past. We all go through these times. My mind seems to just be a jumbled mess of crap. Can't seem to concentrate or focus on one thing long enough to even write a post.
I tried to get out of my funk last night by watching 8 episodes of Designing Women back to back on Nick at Night before heading to bed. They're having a week long marathon. I figured watching one of the best shows on TV from the 80's would perk me up. I remember this show being hilarious back in the day. I so wanted to be Julia Sugarbaker.
So I took the dog out for a long walk, came home and loaded up on munchies then planted my ass on the couch.
I sat there through all of these episodes, didn't crack a smile or laugh once and couldn't believe it when I realized how many episodes I sat through. Would I feel the same trying to sit through Different Strokes, Facts of Life, Alf, Night Court, Three's Company and Family Ties?
I think the only ones I would be able to stomach and possibly enjoy would be M.A.S.H and Cheers.
The Muppet Show? That's a given. Classic.
Did you all miss me? After the last couple days I've had, waking up to find your site not up and running was just the icing on the cake. It doesn't help that my server boys are in Sweden and aren't quick to respond to anything. It's frustrating as fucking hell.
It makes you want to learn how to cuss people out in Swedish. For the life of me, I can't get the Swedish Chef from The Muppet Show out of my head when I think about doing that while the sounds of ABBA blare in the background.
I'm a tad bit bitter.
The Walk yesterday was nice. I got to meet this cutie patootie for the first time which was very nice. Too bad we didn't get a chance to really talk more and get to know each other. There were many people there this year at The Walk. More then the last few years it seemed. The whole thing seemed on a larger scale. Maybe I was delerious and the heat was getting to me. Who knows. I'm not getting into it, but the afternoon didn't turn out so hot, but I was happy for the amount of money that I raised thanks to y'alls help and I was proud to see the amount of people that were there. People out there still care.
In other bitchy news, they're taking away my office and giving me a cube due to some "re-arranging" they must do. Whatever. In retaliation, I'm going to frequently crop dust the cube farm as often as I can.
Take my office away from me will you......
I'll show them.
