Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tomorrow morning, the love of my life goes into surgery to have her knee cartilage fixed and a cyst removed. So, if you have an extra prayer or happy thought, send it up for me.
Monday, January 25, 2010
It's 1982, my Mustang is white and looks just like this one. Down to the pin stripes and red interior. I'm a Junior and allowed to drive my own car to school. But I can't seem to remember to turn off my lights when I get there. I am constantly walking out to find my battery is almost dead. I blame it on the hormones of being 16.
On a warm March afternoon, it happened again. Except this time, my battery is dead.
I'm in 2nd Period Photography class with a bunch of football types and I know they're still around for practice, so I head for the gym. I see James, a 350 pound friend and I know that he'll help me.
"James! Hey, I need some help. I left my lights on and now my battery's dead. Can you jack me off?"
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
I had to tell the other one as soon as she was off of the phone. I hate to be left out and I just don't do it to other people. And since the office manager had 1,000 questions...it was only fair to let her in.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I'm helping out one of the neighbors in our business complex this week. Just doing office grunt work. Basically, whatever they need done. And since it was only going to be for a few days, I decided to not wear my lesbian love slave ring. That way, there would be no questions. No awkward tellings.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
On Saturday, December 12th, I gave up sugar. No more desserts. No diet yogurts. No cereals. And God help me, no ice cream.
I have been having a fairly easy time of saying "NO" to sugar. Until today. Today I want to reach for anything sweet. For comfort. To ease that craving that's driving me out of my mind.
I know it's not heroin and it may not seem important to you. But for me, it's fuckin' tough. I feel like a junkie that needs a fix.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
I missed it last year. But this year, I'm holding you to it. De-effin'-lurk!
Throw open your trench coat and say hello! Let me see you and allow me to get to know you. That's the best thing about blogging...the wonderful people that I've met here!
Go ahead. Do it!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Bond says it might be WHY I dream of bananas. I just thought I might need a good, BIG banana.
When I took over the little goodie bag to his house, I knew that we'd be friends. When he came over to thank me and I met him, I knew that I was right. He brought over a casserole and told me that he was gay and I liked him a little more.
We sat on the porch and rocked and he quietly told me that he had a partner of 13 years. A blue Mustang drove up and a long, tall drink of water of a man stepped out that I like just as much as my new neighbor.
We have movie nights. They make soup and they bring it over to eat in front of the fire. We spy on each other. We drink gin and tonics. We share recipes. If we're out for a walk, we stop in for a beer and never finish the walk (and sometimes have to be driven back around the corner.) We call if we're going into "town" even though it's only 5 minutes away. We hug and kiss each other hello and goodbye.
I feel like I have found a part of my family that I didn't know existed.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
but something HAD to be done. Antifreeze isn't an option, because the dogs might drink it. You see, we have a fence with a gate. The gate has a post that goes into the ground to hold it in place. The post has a...
(I don't know why she ate the fly...perhaps she'll die!)
pipe that it goes down into. And the pipe has water in it. Why? I dunno. But it always does.
This past week, it's been effin' cold here. The water froze in the pipe and we're stuck inside. The gate can't open without us...well her, shaking it and unsticking it from the ice.
Last night, I see her walking outside with the vodka bottle and pouring Real Live Vodka down into the hole.
Vodka Mom's probably out there right now with a straw! ;)
P.S. It just occurred to my how ODD it is that she used Rain Vodka for this!