I've been laid off from my job.
The company was one of the most fucked up I've ever seen in my entire life. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise. Even my boss who acted like she was my best friend, didn't even have the balls to do it herself and made HR do it.
Who knows.
Since the day I became positive over 14 years ago, I've never been without a job.
Never.
Needless to say I'm freaking out right now.
I think we need to start stocking up on Gopher Wood.
Will this rain ever stop? Day after day for almost a month, it's not only rained, but it's came down in sheets. Flood warnings surround us daily. Ten or more people have died due to the flooding. The next day that they see any sort of break is not until next Thursday.
If I hear one more person tell me that despite all the rain, "We really need it and it keeps the temperature down", I'm going to punch them in the neck. Our lakes and rivers are 10 feet above normal. Many areas are 5-8 feet above the flood plane. Screw cooler temperatures and pretty green lawns and flowers. I want the 98 degrees and sunny days back and I want them back now. Wasn't it only two years ago we were in a drought? Careful of what we wish for I guess.
Despite the weather, Brian is heading out to a family reunion this weekend while Steven and I decided we would get out of town and head to The Ranch to relax. I have a feeling I should stock up on movies and bring a book along to read. We probably won't be able to do much what with Mother Nature pissing all over my parade.
That stupid bitch.
You might see me in this video, headbanging and singing along and Brian and Steven doing some "I need more Cowbell's" skit from Saturday Night Live. Plus, tons of really bad singing from the audience.
The House of Blues recently opened in Dallas only two months ago. From looking at the email newsletter I receive constantly, there are some amazing bands going to be playing there, especially ones from the 80's. I think we just might have to buy tickets to see Berlin and Pat Benetar.
Last night was our first time at the HOB. Impressive place and the perfect venue to see a band up close and personal. Just like the night before at The Police, seeing the B-52's was another surreal experience. They're as fun, quirky, strange and wild on stage as I imagined them to be. They sang classics such as Roam, Love Shack, Channel Z, My Own Private Idaho, Planet Claire and Rock Lobster. I was kind of lost on some of the more obscure songs. I've never been one of those diehard fans, so I wasn't able to sing at the top of my lungs to every song like the pintsized girl next to me. I've always loved their songs, but never bought every album they came out with. They even performed about 3 songs from an upcoming album.
I may just have to go out and buy a greatest hits CD.
The whole experience was topped off by where we were able to stand. Right up front with only one row of people in front of us.
This must be the year of concerts for us.
Click here for pics from the concert.
Last night had to be one of the most surreal moments in my life. Being a big child of the 80's and a huge 80's music fan, I can't begin to tell you what it felt like to be sitting there watching one of the most incredible bands from the 80's performing live right in front of me. The Police haven't been together since 1982. Even if I would have gotten the chance to see them back in the day, I would have been 16 and a Junior in Highschool. Steven's parents had two tickets and gave them to him so I was the lucky person who got to accompany him to the concert. He kept reminding me that he would have been 6 years old the year they broke up, so even if HE got the chance to see them back in the day, he wouldn't have remembered it.
Nothing like making me feel old.
First Debbie Harry, Erasure and Cyndi Lauper. Last night The Police.
Tomorrow, another huge band from the 80's playing at The House of Blues.
The B-52's.
I can't wait.
Today was Max's first day at Camp Bow Wow. An overnight and daycare facility for all shapes and sizes of dogs. As you can see they have an indoor and an outdoor area for dogs to play in all day long. It's not that we hate our current Daycare area at our local Vet. But he's come home with a knick on his neck, Kennel Cough, fleas and Exploding Ass Syndrome. The area they have to run around in is so small compared to this enormous compound. We want the perfect place for weekend boarding and daycare a coupel times a week. I think we've found it.
Brian took Max in for his initial interview this morning and then they evaluate him for a short time before giving the "thumbs up" for him to be added into the pack. Of course, he passed with flying colors. I've been watching him all morning long on the Camper Cam. He's spent the entire morning constantly running around, playing with other dogs and trying to hump a few of them. He's been fixed, so he'd be shooting blanks but he sure is trying.
For some reason they've spent 95% of the time indoors. When he's at home, he's constantly at the window wanting to go OUTSIDE. Now that he has the chance to be outside all day long, he prefers the indoors.
I give up.
Never let it be said that I didn't warn you. The Devil comes in all forms, like a wolf in sheeps clothing. Or in our case, a cuddly 50 pound Shar Pei mix.
Some of you might remember the most recent "Eating an entire livingroom carpet" incident.
I finally have photographic proof of the existance of pure evil. No one believed me when I said that even though we love our dog with all of our hearts and wouldn't trade him in for the world, that at the core of his soul he's a child of the Devil. If you still have doubts, check out the unaltered, unphotoshopped pictoral evidence below.
We are currently in talks with a local Priest to perform an exorcism.
When we're not battling demons, we're attending more pool parties and concerts. A group of us went out to PF Changs for dinner, followed by seeing the movie Oceans 13. Any evening watching George Clooney, Matt Damon and Brad Pitt is somewhat close to perfect.
Saturday morning we headed to our friends Jeff and Rusty for a Pre-True Colors Concert Bear Pool Party. I tell you, these queers around here don't need much of an excuse to throw a party. We weren't at the party an hour before half of the guest were naked, including myself, Brian, Mama and Steven. The "Panty Patrol" literally started taking off peoples swimming trunks. Many put up a fight but reluctantly caved into peer pressure and got naked along with the rest of us. Unfortunately, we respected everyones privacy and shrinkage issues due to the cold water and left the camera in the bag during that particular time of the party.
Fortunately for some of us, being naked in a pool of continuously moving water, acts as a Fluffer like in a Porn movie shoot.
That's all I'm sayin'.
After the party, we headed home for a quick nap and a shower before heading to the True Color's concert. Decending on an outdoor theater filled with nothing but Homo's has to be one of the most amazing things to experience. The actual concert on the other hand, was ok. Debbie Harry could only sing her songs and nothing from Blondie. She was a yawnfest. I didn't find Margaret Cho to be all that funny and Rosie to be even less funny, although neither was bad. Dresden Dolls just weren't our cup of tea. Erasure absolutely fucking rocked the house and even caused us to get teary eyed when they broke out into Oh L'amour for their finale. Brian and Steven had never seen Erasure live so it was a treat for me to see them enjoy it so much. The evening ended with Cyndi Lauper. Again, resorting to singing a slow acoustic version of She Bop isn't the best way to get a crowd going.
After all was said and done, the concert was very enjoyable and built a sense of pride which I find to be the best part about the show. I tried to take some pictures of the concert. We were about half way back so I had to rely on zoom which wasn't all that great.
For pics of the pool party and the concert, click here.
I finally got to do something last night that can drive me to drink, yet I love doing at the same time. I got to cook for friends. Our life is so on-the-go, that we find ourselves grabbing artery clogging fast food for lunch or a quick dinner somewhere at night.
Not that me cooking at home is any healthier. I cook like my Mama, since she's the one who taught me. Before heading off to college, she spent an entire summer teaching me how to properly do laundry, iron my clothes, clean house, mend clothing and cook. I felt like I was in a Home Economics class from highschool.
We're simple people back in Nebraska. The only spices I swear people use are salt and pepper. Really spicing a dish up would be adding a chopped onion or green pepper. We're meat and potatoes people. You have two choices after you shoot something. Stuff it or eat it. If you have leftovers, you make some sort of cassarole. Don't even get me started on dipping everything in Ketchup. Here in Texas everything is served with a side of ranch or gravy.
So my list of meals I can cook is limited and very simple. You won't see me trying some fancy Thai, Indian or French dish. Last night I cooked poor man's Salisbury Steak with Mushroom gravy (hamburger steak baked in Campbells soup), garlic/rosemary red potatoes, rolls, fresh tomatoes, sliced cucumbers sitting in water/vinegar/sugar/salt/pepper and Mama made a sort of broccoli cole slaw. Served the whole thing with a nice bottle of red wine, followed by cheesecake, key lime pie and Ice Wine (dessert wine).
Everyone seemed to enjoy the meal. I didn't hack off a finger or burn anything so that was good. We followed up dinner with watching All About Eve. I forgot how wonderful that movie is.
We need to start a dinner and classic movie night.
I was excited as hell yesterday about something, only to have my bubble completely burst within seconds.
Mama and Brian devised a plan for all of us to go to Gay Skating last night in Grand Prairie Texas. It's funny, because places like that aren't known for being the most "gay friendly" of suburban areas surrounding Dallas and Ft. Worth, so it always struck me as odd that one of the most conservative, redneck cities in between here and Ft. Worth had an old skating rink that hosted a Gay Skate Night. I had heard that despite the skates dating back to the 70's and the floor being slightly warped, it was a great place to get a group to go make fools of themselves for a few hours.
We often get tired of doing the same old thing night after night, weekend after weekend. Not like we don't have enough to do the way it is. We talk a lot about doing something other then dinner and a movie. We mention the Aquarium, Six Flags, History Museum, Galleries, Art Museum and Bowling frequently but never seem to get around to doing any of it. The thoughts of going skating again for the first time in probably 15 years almost sent me into a fit. I was more then excited, but I tried to contain my giddyness.
The entire day at work, I thought nothing but the days in the 70's, when my mother would drop me off at the local rink on a Friday night and turn right around and go Saturday morning, Saturday night and sometimes on Sunday afternoon if they were in a good mood to let me go again. I remember the music, the food, the people. I remember watching my Aunt and Uncle dance on skates as good as any figure skaters I had seen. They were amazing.
I got pretty good back in the day. I learned how to waltz from my Aunt. My Uncle taught me how to speed skate and I even won a few races. I learned how to skate backwards and sideways and learned how to boogie in the center of the rink with all the other dancers.
It wasn't until probably 1982 did skating start to become the not-so-cool thing to do anymore. My friends and I still snuck into Friday night skate night for a few hours to relive the old days, but over time everyone stopped going and the rink closed down in 1985. I think it's now a Mexican restaurant.
Needless to say, I was bummed when I got word that the rink stopped hosting Gay Skate night about a year ago. Unfortunately, there's still websites out there advertising it.
Now I'm in the mood to go out and buy some indoor/outdoor skates and head to The Katy Trail here in uptown and skate to my hearts content.
The only difference now is that I might need to wear knee pads and pop a couple vicodin beforehand.
Last night, Brian got the chance to hang out with some former work buddies for Happy Hour and Sushi. Anyone who knows Brian knows he'd rather eat Sushi then almost anything else. I, on the other hand, think it taste like fish flavored gummi bears, wrapped in rubbery seaweed. I've never been able to join in the comradarie of Sushi eating. I sit there eating my Kung Pao Chicken and try not to make full eye contact with someone eating raw fish.
So Brian headed up north to some fancy place called Sushi Samba to sip on Cucumber Martini's and snort Wasabi. Steven and I took this an an opportunity to work out and grab a bite of dinner. We were both too pooped from the weekend so we opted to just hang out, watch TV and grab dinner. Our workout habits have been really bad lately. I need a nice, swift kick in the ass to motivate me.
When I got home, Brian was still out on the town with the boys, so I decided to watch the most current episode of Kathy Griffin's: My Life on the D-List. If a show is on Bravo, I usually don't miss it. I'm addicted to that Channel. It was an unexpected show that dealt with the lost of her Father. I'm glad I had the chance to watch this episode alone. Normally, I try to avoid any sort of movie or television show that deals with the loss of a parent. It's funny, being the kid that wasn't as close with his Father as the rest of my siblings, I seem to be the one who handled it the worst and even after 17 years can still cry at the drop of a hat at the thoughts of him.
I just sat there watching this woman who usually is brash, loud and obvoxious (yet hysterically funny) and watched her turn into this vulnerable, childlike mess who was doing nothing but trying to understand why this had happened, how her and her mom were going to move on and how she would never be able to talk to him again. She talked about the guilt that consumed her for not being able to be there because her Dad wanted her to not cancel a show or event to come see him.
Her feelings of loss, the questioning of why and the feeling of not being able to go on hit me last night while sitting on the couch alone. For the first time in a while, I was able to break down and just let some emotions go. Something we all need to do from time to time. We might not always have a reason to cry, but it sure feels good doing it anyway.
It's sad that some silly reality show on Bravo about a bitchy comedian caused me to do it.
Now pass me a tissue.
No one can ever say that we don't show our guest the best possible time. We might die trying in the process, but we had a good time. Homer arrived Thursday afternoon and after a nice dinner, we relaxed and took things easy. I knew how much we would be doing the rest of the weekend so I figured we would need one evening of doing nothing. Unfortunately, I had to work Friday, so Brian kept Homer entertained which wasn't hard to do. All he wanted to do was read, play on the computer and watch TV with Max by his side. He got his wish.
Friday night, Brian, Steven, Brad, Jim, Homer and myself all went to Dream Cafe for dinner. I'm not sure what the hell goes on at this place, but when we arrived there were at least 20 children running around on the patio, playing on swingsets and stuff while their parents ate. It was like daycare. Eating outside on the patio wasn't an option at this point. We had a great time talking and the food was wonderful. We headed back home for some last minute primping (yes, bald men need primping too) before heading out to The Round Up. We had plans of bar hopping that night, but ended up staying at The Round Up since we were having such a good time. Some more then others. It seems that a Blogger who shall remain nameless, kissed 8 different boys. Gayborhood Gringo and This boy Elroy (Adam) joined us as well. One of Homers college buddies Justin showed up also. We all got pretty lit by the end of the evening.
Saturday morning we rested then went out for breakfast at our favorite diner before going to the first of two pool parties. The weather (fuckity fuck fuck as Steven would say) was cloudy and rainy off and on, but by the time we headed to North Dallas it had stopped. The party was full of friends and lots of hot bears. We ate, drank and was able to spend some time in the pool. The water was the perfect temperature. I think Homer kissed a few boys there as well. He was a popular guy all weekend. We only stayed about 3 hours before heading home to take a nap and then order pizza.
We got to the next pool party a little late. The place was all decked out with a huge tent, lounge furniture, full bar and about 150 men. I heard there was lots of action back in "The Blue Room" but most of us stayed away and relaxed by poolside. The Blue Room can suck you in (literally). The damn water was too cold for us to get in and the hot tub was overflowing witih so many men, they kept tripping the circuit breaker. Plus, I didn't want to interrupt the men in the jacuzzi who were fucking and sucking. Can't they do that in private? I think this is why we found the party to be kind of boring for us. No getting naked and acting silly in the pool for us. We sat by the Pina Colada machine and talked for most of the night. After seeing the effects of the ice cold water on a handful of the men who braved the water, I'm glad we didn't. Major shrinkage.
We had a great brunch at Cafe Brazil on Sunday and then walked around the gayborhood, doing a little bit of shopping. I could tell that Homer and Brian weren't into it at all. Steven and I were all about buying shoes. We were all so tired from all the weekend activities. Some of us were able to take naps before Brian yells, "Let's go to The Door!" Another round of drinking on the patio with the boys. I knew we were having a good time, when my penis kind of fell out of my pants. The afternoon started to get a little blurry for me at this time. I do know that eventually we headed to Gloria's for Salvadorian food. Honestly, I only remember that my dinner was so yummy. That's about it. I was in bed pretty early so I could get a good nights sleep.
All in all, I think Homer had a good time. He'll need the rest of today to recover before heading to work tomorrow.
As for me, this bear is going to hibernate all week.
Check out yesterdays post for links to all photo albums.
Here are a few pictures from the weekend.
Click here for Homer's Visit album. Click here for Bear Pool Party's album.
Mark and Brian at the Round Up
Brian, Scott and Mark
Homer by poolside
Mr. Towelhead
Gayborhood Gringo and This Boy Elroy (Adam)
Round Up Group
Homer and college buddy Justin
Mark and Brian by poolside candlelight
Steven by poolside
Tom and Brad
The Homernator has arrived on the big metal tube of death safely. Brian and Steven and I took him out for Mexican food last night at Uncle Julio's. Not being vegetarian, I'm not familiar with what restaurants are good places to go. Homer's teaching me a lot and it's causing me to research the places we normally visit.
One thing we have to work on is Homer's alcohol tolerance. Marg's in Texas are quite strong. I've never heard of a weak margarita here in Dallas. Mix that with Sangria and you've got a pretty powerful potion. He was only 20% through his drink and was already getting giddy.
We took it easy last night and headed home to relax, watch a movie and eat pie. Well, Steven and I ate pie. I think Homer and Brian ate pie for breakfast.
Tonight we're all going out to dinner, then showing him a night out on the town. We'll take him to The Round Up, The Rose Room for the drag show and then wherever our heart desires after that.
Who knows, maybe we'll get a wild hair and decide to be dirty and add The Eagle to the list.
Tomorrow we have two bear pool parties. There's a 50% chance of thunderboomers tonight, tomorrow and Sunday. Last time we had this forecast it didn't even rain. I hope that if it does rain, it doesn't do it much. I'd hate for the entire weekend visit to be a soggy mess.
Have I mentioned that I fucking hate the weather lately? We're normally sunny and hot around this time of year. All the time. Our lakes and rivers are 6 feet higher then normal. Mosquito's are big enough to carry you away. Oh sure, everything is green and pretty. Fuck pretty! There's a weather front hovering over the entire state of Texas and it just won't fucking leave. Could I mention one more time that I fucking hate the constant rain? Could I use the word fucking one more time?
This fucking sucks.
Fuck.
Ok, so I've spent the last three nights, vacuuming every knook and cranny, dusting, polishing, windexing, spraying, sprinkling, wiping, scrubbing and sweating for Homer's arrival today. The house smells so fresh and clean. Difficult keeping it that way with a dog in the house. Don't get me started on the dog fur bunnies that seem to multiply by the minute. I swear to God I have no idea where all this fur is coming from. It's like overnight, he reproduces a fresh batch of fur that continuously falls out. We run fans in the house most of the time, so everything gets blown under and pushed up to the corners. I sucked up an entire dog last night.
I even made our guestroom like more "room" like, then it being sort of a catch all for everything. I purchased Homer's Guest Welcome Bag. Something that every guest receives upon arriving at Casa del Wayward Bloggers. Trust me, Homer should be ready for fun in the sun, be kept very cool and have no problem being lubed up for safe sex, along with minty breath.
I was walking around this morning admiring my work. Being extremely anal retentive comes in handy when cleaning a house. While making sure I didn't miss anything, I noticed what looked like dog intestines resting on our diningroom carpet. Max's favorite chew toys are usually some sort of plush stuffed animal. For some reason, he decided to go to town on it during the middle of the night and EAT the stuffing. All of it. His tummy didn't like it and decided to get rid of it in 3 nicely formed piles on the carpet.
We have 1200 square feet of wooden floor space, so why in the fuck do dogs feel the need to vomit on the area rug?
It's finally official. Our next vacation is going to be Orlando Florida in August. After having a taste of Disneyland for the first time since I was 18 years old earlier this year, I immediately wanted to see Disneyworld as well. I won two free flights and so I figured those would be put to good use for the Orlando trip.
What started off as a little trip for Brian and I, has turned into a family affair. Rather then he and his parents trying to figure out somewhere to go together, he asked if it would be ok to invite them along with us. They both love WDW. We all get along so well and they're a joy to be around, so I'm sure we'll all have a great time. I'm sure they're not going to be able to keep up with us wanting to be on the go from 8am until midnight theme park hopping. They'll probably retire earlier then us, leaving us plenty of alone time.
I've been to Disneyland so many times I can't even count. Somehow, never have made it out to Orlando to see Disneyworld. I'm excited as hell. I'll be like that little kid in the Disney commercial, who couldn't get to sleep the night before they fly out. I just wish there was a way to get my Mother and her husband to go. They don't fly, won't take a bus or train. They only drive where they need to go. Driving to Florida for someone who's 79 years old isn't the easiest thing to do. It's been my Mom's dream to go to Disneyland one more time. Before she dies, as she likes to tell me more frequently then I want to hear.
Now comes the important part of figuring out which parks we're going to visit, what kind of tickets to buy, whether or not we'll be park hopping in the same day, etc.
But the main question is what kind of hats will Brian and I be wearing this time. I suppose we could wear our Mickey ears again, but maybe it's time for something new.
We might have to go with the Eeyore, Tigger, Dumbo or a host of other character ears.
Can we talk about pet peeves for a moment? I swear I've been hit with some of my top ten this past two days here at work and I'm ready to go all Rosie on someones ass.
1. If I get to the door first, wait for you and hold it open so you can walk your sorry ass through it, you had better say Thank You or I will start drop kicking puppies.
2. If I'm on the phone, whether it's work related or not, do NOT stand there hovering over me, tapping your pen on my cube, waiting for me to finish so you can talk to me. If you DO this, you better had make sure it's work related and not want to ask me where I'm going for lunch. Do this again and I'll punch you in the neck.
3. If I pass you in the hallway and I say Good Morning or Hi, don't walk past me and not acknowledge the fact that I even exist. You will get my typical "Well, Fuck you too asshole" reponse.
4. If you drink the last cup of coffee in the pot, take 2 minutes out of your day and start a fresh one. I am not your fricken mother who has to do everything for you, including cleaning up your mess as well.
5. When you engage me in conversation that goes on forever and usually about shit I have no interest in, please take a hint when I turn around and start typing on my computer and respond only with "uh huh's" that I need to get back to work.
6. Lift the lid when you take a piss. If I find out who you are, I'm coming to out you at your desk.
7. Flush the toilet after you take a shit. Are you 3 years old?
Just remember the fact that the world revolves around me and my happiness and well being. Watch the above list and we'll do just fine.
*sigh*
We watched Hush Hush, Sweet Charlotte last night, starring Bette Davis. One of my all time favorite classics. Steven had never seen it before. When I introduced this movie to Brian it hooked him for wanting to watch old classics. What are some of your favorites?
Ever have one of those weekends, where you had a great time, yet at the same time something happened or you came to some sort of realization that causes you to think the weekend was a total disaster?
Brian, Steven, Steve and I headed out to The Ranch this weekend for what was supposed to be a relaxing getaway. Brian and I became the Home for Wayward Gays, helping out friends who for various reasons, really needed to get out of town before a meltdown occured. Sometimes we all need a chance to get away from our troubles and either sleep, eat or drink your cares away. I'm just glad that we have a place like this to go to when moments like this arise.
This weekend was the annual Volleyball Tournament. Believe it or not, I'm not as sportstarded as you might think I am. I played volleyball for four years on an intramural team a very long time ago. You wouldn't have been able to tell I had even touched a volleyball if you had watched how I played. I was pretty good at being all hot and sweaty, diving for the ball and landing ass or face first in the sand. Many great Sports Illustrated photo opportunities were made, none of which were recorded on film. I looked all professional, but sure as hell didn't play like one. I was just happy that there was a doctor on the premises since I felt like passing out a few times. It was very muggy and the day topped out at 95 degrees. We lost every game. I would post pictures, but most of the ones of me show me standing there doing nothing with my big belly hanging out. I might point out that Steve and Steven sat in the golf cart taking pictures and Brian kept score.
Bitches.
After spending 4 hours in the hot sun rolling around in a humansized kitty litter box, we decided we needed more sun so we headed to the pool for another 3 hours. Needless to say, I'm a little burnt today. When I raise my eyebrows, my entire head crinkles. By the end of the day, I'm sure my desktop will be full of dead skin. A large group of us started a golf cart convoy around midnight and rode all over the Ranch until 4:30am. A bunch of grown men being silly and stupid as hell. Good times were had by all. The only time that drinking and driving is a fun, safe activity.
There was only one downside to the weekend. I realized that I have a lot of insecurities. More than normal. Something I don't like to admit. I like to think of myself as being a very strong, confident person. Whether it be regarding looks, body, artwork, job, partner, friends, relationships, I'd like to feel like I have a good handle on things. Then reality sets in and I realize that I don't. I must be really good at hiding it and portraying myself as something I'm not. I had to be reminded this weekend that we all have insecurities. Something that will probably never go away fully. The important thing is how we handle them.
I'm not sure how well I handled my insecurities this weekend.
I'm just fortunate that I have such a wonderful partner and best friend.
I was lucky. After sitting in the Jury Room for almost 5 hours reading my new book, they came out and said that the courts weren't needing any jury's today and that we were free to go. Our jury duty was considered served. I spent the rest of the afternoon working from home.
At 6pm, I had to do one of those research things. They pay you 200 bucks to just sit there and give your opinion on various things such as advertising for different companies. Easy work for only having to sit there and bullshit for an hour and a half. I just wished they called me more often and not every 6 months. This time I had to kind of pretend that my job title was more in the IT (Information Technology) side of things. You often have to fudge a little information about yourselves to be picked for the research panel which is something most of the people in the room do. I know one of the redneck girls in the room didn't have any experience in IT at all. The closest she had to being in IT was buying a computer at Office Depot for her office.
We're heading to the Ranch today for some relaxation. It's not a big holiday weekend or anything so we'll be spending our time working in the yard, watching movies, reading. Maybe I'll even take up a painting to work on. The forecast says there's a chance of scattered thunderstorms all weekend, but that's fine with us. We were both talking last night how lucky we are to have a place to go to when we want to get out of town. A place to share with our friends. A place to meet new people and a place where we've made some amazing friends.
Lastly, I wanted to mention the AIDS Walk. I'm going to be starting my push to raise enough money to make or surpass my goal of $2000. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but I've attached myself to Rainbow Ranch to be a part of their team. There have been many people already that have donated. A big thank you goes out to everyone who has donated so far. For those who would like to donate, please click the donate button in the top left hand corner. I have until October 1st to reach my goal.
I need to think of some ideas for fundraising. I've thought about auctioning off a small painting or even hosting a kegger at The Ranch for donations. Friends of ours held a pancake feed at The Ranch and made over $500 and someone even matched their donations.
Any ideas?
I'm off tomorrow for Jury Duty. I just hope I don't get lost in downtown. I hate driving around down there. I also hope I don't have trouble with parking. It's a bitch down there as well. On top of that, I'm praying to Jebus that I don't get asked to serve. The last time I got picked and had to be the foreman of the Jury. Getting ten people to agree can be almost impossible, especially when one rich bitch was in disagreement the minute we sat down for deliberations. She kept threatening to leave so I had an armed guard stand over her for the entire week.
We had trouble coming to an agreement so I told them that I would see them next week and we would start this whole thing over.
We agreed within two more votes.
Wish me luck.
I'm a big people watcher. If you're sitting in an airport, standing in a bar, eating at a restaurant or walking down the aisles of your local grocery store, you can be pretty sure that I'm watching you, wondering who you are, where you work, what kind of person you are and how big your dick is. Ok, so maybe the last one only happens in the bar.
While walking Max this morning before heading off to work, a big old black Cadillac slowly drives by, breaks a few times, then pulls off to the side to park. The person never gets out of their car or turns the car off. The windows were tinted black so I couldn't see in.
Normally, this wouldn't raise any sort of suspicion but after being mugged once, beaten up ina parking lot once and even attacked while going into my apartment once, I'm a teensy bit cautious of my surroundings, even at 7am in the morning. Being attacked at gunpoint going into my apartment happened at 5pm in the afternoon, broad daylight. Maybe I'm overly cautious, maybe it's just paranoia.
I non-chalantly looked back ever so often to scope out the scene while Max did his business. While walking back towards the house (the blocks are long), another old boat of a car slowly pulls up and parks right behind the mysterious black Cadillac. A very young girl gets out of the car, walks around and stands next to her passenger side door, constantly looking around. Of course, by now my mind is racing trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
An older man gets out of his car and immediately bends down to get something out of the car. It's a drug deal, I just know it! I carefully keep and eye on them, trying to remember key things such as car type, license plate numbers, the way people looked. As he walks around his car, he walks over to her and hands her a rose. Damn! I thought to myself. This older man and this much younger woman stand there hugging and kissing while constantly looking around them to see if anyone is looking. I was the only one snooping.
By the time I got close to our condo, they finished fondling one another, got into their respective cars and drove off in different directions.
Of course, my mind is racing by this time trying to figure out what was going on.
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I love having the hubby home for the entire past week and weekend, but now I have a house to clean and laundry to do. He sure does keep me busy that's for sure. We spent most of time doing domestic stuff which he hasn't been a part of for quite a long time. When it comes to being away from home what he misses the most (other then me of course) is all the little things we normally did such as grocery shopping, working around the house or taking the dog to the park. I think to make things easier on him, we'll have to make sure we do some of these mundane little tasks to make him feel as if he's not missing out on so much.
We've been dealing with one severe thunderstorm every single fucking day the past 10 days here in Dallas. This weekend was no exception. Nothing like spending 35 bucks to have your car detailed on a beautiful sunny day, only to have it rained on 3 hours later. If you want rain? Ask me to wash my car.
We spent the rest of Saturday shopping which always perks me up. I racked up one pair of Kenneth Cole boots, pair of tennis shoes and we even talked two of our friends into buying the ugly, yet incredibly comfortable Crocs. Seriously, if you ever can get your hands on a pair of these, you won't be disappointed. I wore them all over NYC and my feet hardly ever hurt. They maybe ugly as hell, but once you slip your feet into these space age foam creations, you'll never want to wear anything else. I feel like an infomercial. I should get paid.
The only social event we had to attend was a friends birthday party on Saturday night. They made something called Louisiana Buttermilk. Some sort of trashier version of Trashcan Punch. After four glasses, I had to say no more. Brian woke up Sunday morning with the room still spinning.
While speaking with a drunk Steven who was visiting New Orleans, he mentioned something about the Solid Gold Dance Party coming to Dallas. So I bought tickets. Here's a write up about what to expect:
SOLID GOLD DANCE PARTYA Night of Solid Gold Dance Hits performed by the Original Artists
The iconic VILLAGE PEOPLE will be joined by THELMA HOUSTON, A TASTE OF HONEY, PEACHES & HERB, FRANCE JOLI and ANITA WARD for the Solid Gold Dance Party: a live music revue of classic dance hits from the pop disco era. The fully-loaded Solid Gold Dance Party Band is the house band for all the artists on the show. The gorgeous Solid Gold Dance Party Girls will be shakin’ their groove things all night long. This high-energy show features Solid Gold back-to-back hits performed by dance era luminaries that made them famous.
I was lucky enough to get 2nd row, center. How in the hell I accomplished that, I have no clue.
My week gets back to normal. Brian headed off to San Diego this morning. He only has two more weeks before he rolls off the project and is sent packing to a new city and a new project. Although rumor has it, they want the same Kronos team back for the upgrade project.
The only thing I'm dreading this week is Jury Duty. I have a tendency to get picked every single time to serve.
