Thursday night Freakout

I got home from work last night and the cat was freaking out in the kitchen. He was meowing up a storm and was totally focused on the area above the kitchen sink. Scooby held him up in the air so he could see closer/better. That didn't satisfy him.

Scooby then mentioned that he might of seen a bat in the attic earlier. I'm like "WHAT". He then said, "I think it got out". I'm like, "O...K..."

Let me just say now people, that you don't really know your partner completely until you put him in a room with a bat.

Then I see it...fly into the room, do a circle and fly back into the kitchen.

Me: SHIT! There is a bat in here!
Scooby: Wha...Wha...WHAT! A BAT! WHERE....WHERE

The bat flys back in and this is when Scooby starts screaming like a little girl. I look at him with amazement and think, "Who are you?, and what have you done with my manly man". We hit the floor, Sccoby grabs the cat and gets him out of the room. We turn on the lights, which in the past has made a bat chill and try to hide. NOT THIS ONE He flew and flew and flew, as we screamed and ducked out of his way.

The fucker was flying really low too.

The bat finally lands and hangs upside down on the wood on the ceiling in the dining room/winter living area. I then go in the kitchen and open the windows, hoping he'll fly outside. I then tell Scooby that I'm going to go try and find the tennis rackets to try and catch it. While I do that he gets a garbage bag and tears it open like a small tarp. I can't find the rackets but grab some towels instead, as I hear crashing and thudding in the bat cave.

I reenter and the bat is still flying around and Scooby's whipping at it with the plastic garbage bag. I tell him to try not to piss the bat off. So for awhile we are ducking and trying to throw towels on the bat as it flys past our heads. The bat then flys and lights on the window in the dining room, and Scooby goes to open the window forgetting that he insisted on getting full screens on those windows. He then yells at me to go outside and pull the screen off the window. I do it, all the while expecting the bat to fly in my face as I remove the screen. Luckily it didn't or else the whole neighborhood would of heard me screaming like a little girl also.

I then go look for the tennis rackets again. In the meantime Scooby manages to get it in a towel and get it outside. We go back inside and sit down and try to get our hearts to stop pounding out of our chests.

So if you ever get a bat in your house just chase it around till all parties are tired, including the bat.

HNT

Forgive me if I've posted this one in the past. I'm a lazy turd. Plus I don't know where the camera is right at this moment.

Another beautiful day and I actually felt good enough to spend some time outside cleaning up the yard before I went to work. YEA!

Last night at work after several hours of kick ass pain in my side, I finally decided to head over to the med center to get it checked out. The Dr. gave me a script for Tylenol. Why bother.... He also wanted me to go this morning to the hospital to get a CAT scan at 8am. Fuck that..... By midnight last night I was feeling better and I don't think my health ins. covers CAT scans with out a second opinion. Needless to say it didn't happen.

Feeling better, weathers warming up and so is my mood. double Yea!

Ugh

Had a severe migraine all last week. So stupidly I got shit faced this weekend to dull the pain and then spent an entire night throwing my guts up. Only making the migraine worse.

It was 60 degrees monday and I was to sick to enjoy it. Now I think I've got kidney stones again considering how much pain my side is in. Will blog more later once I'm feeling better.

What happened to Louise?

Ok this is how dislexic I am. I have always thought actress/comedian Julia Louie Dreyfuss's middle name was Louise. I just discovered my error this week. God I'm such a dumbass.

In other news:

Don't ever try to argue with people who are too pig headed to listen. Mainly Christians.

I made the mistake of asking evil nieces sister (my other niece) when she was going to be up so I could avoid her. And she came back with a nasty email saying they wanted to avoid me also because of my comment earlier in the year about having to get a Will draw up so my estate would be left to Scooby instead of their mother. They were appalled to think that I would think they would take everything and leave Scooby with nothing.

Of course they both told me a few months earlier that, "That they do not and will not support the homosexual lifestyle".

Ok they do not support me but will hand over everything to my boyfriend? That doesn't make sense. And I told them that.

Back in January I tried to explain to them that because of organizations like the AFA that I'm being denied equal rights to marry or have a civil union/ or even to adopt. Plus I could get fired from a job ect..

Evil neice came back with, "It's not the homosexuals that are under fire, its religion."

Do you think she could back that up. No, and she felt she didn't need to.

Its days like today I wish I would have been an orphan.

The parade and other shit

Started drinking about noon on Sunday. Went to the parade at 2pm, luckily it was walking distance cuz nobody wanted to drive. Got home and preceded to get shit faced. Sometime that evening Scooby put an old war helmet on my head. Dam thing was fucking heavy and I kept falling over in my chair. I think everyone had a good time... The only good thing about the parade was the guys in their kilts. There is something about seeing those furry stocky legs, it makes me go Woof!

I repeated the joke that I read at Joe My God, about why playing the bagpipes is gay, because their blowing on a stick and squeezing a furry sac. Well I must have told it too loud cuz the straight family near us decided to move away. Oops

My evil neice is going to be in town next week. This is the one that I had a falling out with back in January after she suggested several organizations that would "cure me" of my homosexuality. Fucking bitch! I hope to zod she doesn't stop by my dad's place next Tuesday when I'm there. Dad doesn't know about our feud and I'd really like to keep him out of it. Buuuut if I see her I might feel the need to tell her to fuck off. Sorry dad.... If she gets there before I do I'll just keep on driving and won't stop. Another sorry dad. I really hope I don't see her, but if it happens it happens.

Happy St. Patricks Day!!

Sunday is our Cities parade. Several of us are planning on attending. It's been at least 10 yrs since I've gone, Scooby has never been. So weather permitting it should be fun. Afterwards we're having a hotdog party, using our hotdog steamer we won on Ebay last fall.

The parade was always fun from what I can remember. A bunch of people drinking beer and getting drunk watching a parade. My kind of party!

Weekend recap

Got up Saturday morning and went to play with one of my regulars. Actually it was the first time this year, with me being on vacation and being sick the entire month of Feburary we just didn't have a chance till now.

Then the fun began. Got home and Scooby was awake by then so we headed to the rental center to rent a pipe snapper. Got home and spent the rest of the day playing GI Joe in the crawl space under the house. First removal of the old sewer pipes. YUCK! I did manage to bring garbage bags down so we snapped the pipe in managable pieces bagged them up and dragged them out. We also cut and pulled all the old water and drain lines out. The original drain lines were so horribly put together that one time I ground up potatoe skins in the garbage disposal in the kitchen and they came up in the old tub. Not suppose to happen if done right.

We managed to get the new bathroom hooked up to the point we at least had a toilet, sink and tub. Then Sunday Scooby got the kitchen sink and washer hooked back up, while I started gutting the old bathroom. I managed to get everything out but the tub . Took out the drop ceiling and with that came the plaster above also.

I'll be blowing dirt out of my nose forever, I'm afraid, and I wore a mask. Even my eyeballs were gritty. Hoping to have the shower up and running this week. I'm definately not doing anymore destruction until it is.

Response to Anonymous

This was an anonymous comment on my "I have a dream" entry

Anonymous said...
Maybe if you had a clue as to what you wanted to do with your life you would'nt have to complain about food stamps and eating out more than once a month. You should be pleased that Scooby gets food stamps, without those would you even be able to eat? Stop waiting for the world to wait on you and get off of your asses and make something of your lives other than fucking everything that has two legs and a dick....


First of all my "I have a dream" entry wasn't about complaining. It was about having hope and dreaming about getting out of this rut and getting out of the repressive mid Michigan area.

You are right about me not having a clue about what I want to do in my life. As a child I was never encouraged or complimented on anything by my family. I suffered with ADD and dyslexia which made learning unbareable. Back in the 70's they didn't have those learning disabilty labels, you were just considered stupid. Kids were mean which also made school suck and by the time I got out I couldn't bear to continue on with college.

As for food stamps I'm fucking giddy that Scooby gets them, if it weren't for that I'd still be scrounging through peoples waste baskets at work looking to see if their half eaten lunch was better than the cereal and salad that I've been eating forever.

As for "waiting for the world". I've been working multiple jobs since I was 16. I have never been without work for more than a week. And for the last 15 years almost all my spare time has been spent on restoring and refurbishing my 1880's home. This house is the only thing that's keeping us here, and when its finished it's going up for sale. Have you even been reading this blog....I own one house and have been futively trying to buy a second one. I hardly think that I'm "waiting for the world to wait on me".

As for my sex life. The majority of the action happens on vacation. Which normally we can only afford to go on once a year. At home, I have my bf plus two regular guys I play with and two guys that are "now and then" playmates. I'm hardly fucking everything with two legs and a dick....I fucking wish.

And one last thing, I'm not superficial, a guy doesn't have to have legs for me to fuck them.....

fucking tired

I fucked the hell out of Scooby last night. Didn't get to bed/sleep until after 3am. Then he wakes me five hours later at 8am wanting more. Of course once I'm awake I'm up for the day, so I fuck him silly again.

Once I got to work it hit me. I'm so fuckin tired I can't think straight. To top it off my legs are barely holding me up. My hips and knees ache and my legs are numb to the point I've been taking the elevator instead of the stairs.

I'm definately going to bed earlier tonight.

In other news: I guess I've been too bitchy and whiny lately, people are starting to delete me from their blog lists. Oops....Sorry..I'll try to be more upbeat from now on. I'll have to take my momma's advice, "If you have nothing good to say, don't say anything at all".

I have a dream that:

I will someday live in a cultural and diverse metropolis.
In this new place I won't dread looking out the window on a winter morning.
In this Metropolis Scooby will be able to find a full time job.
and be able to get off food stamps.
I will find a job that is enjoyable and fun instead of frusterating and discouraging.
I won't have to dig returnables out of the trash for beer money.
We will be able to go out to eat more than once a month.
We will someday be able to afford a social life.
We will someday love where we live.

Cabin Fever rant and self doubt

January/February and somtimes March are the worst fuckin months of the year. At least for me mentally. I'm so fuckin tired of being stuck in the fuckin house for the last four months its driving me crazy. I want to be outside in the sun, unfortunately its only 30 degrees and its too fuckin cold. Being cold and stuck in the house so long makes me bitter and I'm tire of being both cold and bitter.

We still haven't found out anything on the house down south. The thought of actually getting it scares me because I don't know if we can handle another project. But I guess being scared is a good thing? I'm so burned out at work and it didn't help that someone tampered with my timeclock so I now have to stay later. Granted it's only five minutes but with a sucky mostly thankless job, 5 minutes is an eternity. God I'm going to be 40 this year and I still don't know what I want to do with my life. Other than get the fuck out of this cold.

Last weekend

Last week we got a call from one of our friends that we haven't seen since we've been back from NOLA. They called to see if we we're busy Sunday night. We weren't, so the plan was for him to come over and we'd have a few drinks and play catch up.

Saturday morning we head out to the local home center to get a few last minute plumbing supplies in order to get ready to hook up our new bathroom and disconnect the old one. Once we move to the new bathroom we are going to completely redo the old bathroom. We get home about 11am and there are two messages from above mentioned friend, saying "Wake up, what ya doing, get out of bed" ect.

So we call and he announces that Sunday plans are changed and that we're all going to a boat show and then he and his other half are going to bring stuff over to cook and drink. I tell him that we are planning on working on the house that day and if we get drunk on Saturday we'll be too hung over to work on the house on Sunday. He convinces us to forget working on the house and that they will be over in an hour, that was at noon.

2pm we get a call. They had just left his boyfriends house and they needed to stop at his place, then to the store and they would be over around 4pm. WTF... We could of got at least some shit done around the house had we known that they were going to be over at 4pm instead of 1pm. Shit like this irks the fucking hell out of me. Like we have nothing better to do than sit around all day and wait on someone else.

They arrive at 4pm with cocktails and ribs to cook on the grill. We aren't big grillers, hotdogs, hamburgers and chicken...yes...ribs we have no idea how to cook them. Plus we are both just getting over colds, and its like fucking maybe 30 degrees outside. They were expecting us to cook the meat, no sorry. We are both HIV, getting over colds and its 30 degrees outside. We have no business standing around outside in our condition at these tempratures. Think...people...think.

Scooby made Bloody Mary's and Martini's and we threw together our potato/pepper dish as our friends some what reluctantly cooked the ribs on the grill outside. The drinks lightened all of our moods, the food was fabulous, and we ended up having a good time.

Don't know what happened about the plans to go to the boat show, it was never mentioned.