tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74386042024-03-13T07:31:26.612-04:00"BLURT"From the Banks of the Dirty Titt<p>Life and other random shit on my life in Bay City...A sleepy little drinking town, with a fishing problem... </p><p>
If you find yourself driving through hell....don't pick up hitchhikers....</p><p></p><p>
<i>"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intensions"...Augusten Burroughs</i></p>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.comBlogger536125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-76738860240720829672011-06-13T08:52:00.002-04:002011-06-13T09:11:13.158-04:00What the Hell did I just do?????My name is Mike and I'm a Craigslist addict... Its the only site that you can get free landscaping brick, look for work, find cock to suck and buy a motor home all in one site. Well I shoulda stuck with looking for cock. lol<br /><br />I've been looking for a small motor home that we can go camping in because tenting is becoming to much of a chore, plus I wanted my own bathroom because gay campgrounds are not bottom friendly, if you know what I mean... I ended up finding a 1971 Fan motor home in a nearby town for $750 with only 51,000 miles on it. It had sat for 4 yrs., needed tires and a fuel pump and filters. I ended up getting it for $600 and with the help of a friend we got it running and nursed it back home. We discovered that the brakes need to be checked out also. Called on tires..........$975..........OUCH!!! and because they are rare 16.5 there is no chance of finding used ones that are still in good condition. Like most ventures I'm beginning to second guess my decision of purchasing this little monster. But if we can get it camping this year all will be forgiven, plus I'm thinking if things ever get really bad financially I could always live in it....Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-34051112861419368512011-05-23T21:47:00.003-04:002011-05-23T22:11:46.138-04:00And the walls came tumbling downWell our partying to excess came to an end little over a month ago. Drama, Drama, Drama.... I can't believe that I haven't blogged in forever. Not that anyone comes here anymore anyway. I'm sorry I left, I not only became a serious weekend binge drinker but I also got addicted to Facebook. Been slowly getting bored with that... thank god. <br /><br />Ok where the fuck do I start..... Last year, drink, drink, drink.... we had people sleeping in tents in the back yard every weekend all last summer. We were the only place people could drink and smoke and party and crash and wake up and start over... It all came to a screeching halt when Scooby and I got into a drunken fight over this 22yo guy we have been snogging. Scooby hit me first, but I had no problems punching back with one hand while holding by beer with the other. He became distraught and ran out of the garage threatening suicide... I don't handle these threats easily since my dad suicided in 20007, so I ran after him and ended up pinning him down. Then a drunken girlfriend of ours called 911, but told them Scooby was assaulting me, I immediately called 911 also to correct her story that I was not being assaulted but that Scooby was suicidial. But the seed had already been planted into the polices head. Scooby ended up getting arrested for domestic violence, resisting arrest and felonious assault. First I did not press charges, told them it was a mutual fight, but it fell on deaf ears. "Scooby hit first", thats all they heard. The DV and FA, was dropped and the resisting arrest which is a felony was reduced to misdemeanor attempted resisting. Oh and they put a "no contact" order on him so we were not allowed to see each other for over a month. That finally got lifted also.<br /><br />But anyway, we have both quit drinking, 90% of the people we hung out with are gone because we don't drink anymore. Life has calmed down alot, we go to AA alot. I personally don't think I'm an alcoholic, but Scooby def. has a problem and I don't expect him to stop by himself. Now my sexual addiction is starting to increase. Woo Hoo...<br /><br />Anyway thats all I have for now, sorry its been so long...Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-18033547282074424612010-08-11T23:31:00.003-04:002010-08-11T23:36:28.445-04:00July/AugustSorry that I haven't blogged in forever, but when I'm not working at work or on the houses I've been drinking beer to excess with some great new friends and playing volleyball every weekend. Scooby built a Tiki bar on the side of our back deck and like they say if you build it they will come..... and drink..... and sleep in tents in our backyard. Weekends are one big party at our place anymore and we haven't been happier. In fact we go through so many 30 packs every weekend we are seriously considering buying a keg asap.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-13188459238842236632010-06-24T22:48:00.004-04:002010-06-24T23:30:28.878-04:00JuneI have always hated those Croc clog shoes, to the point when trick came over one day with them on and well lets just say it was his last visit...lol I've heard over and over how comfy they are from other online peeps and after checking out ebay for those sport wheelchairs cuz I had had enough of my pain, hobble walk, I decided to check out these horrid shoes as well. I ended up finding some that actually looked like a boat shoe, with tie strings and such in black so I "buy it now"ed them. After 2 days my heal pain is 50% gone, the ball of my foot still hurts, a little less, but my heals where the worst.<br /><br />Its amazing how much more I can/feel like getting done when my feet aren't killing me. While on ebay I also found heal spur cups, I bought them as well and am patiently waiting their arrival. They disperse the pressure of the heal to the side when stepping, protecting the middle spur area from impact. I have no idea why my foot Dr. didn't recommend them from the start, other than they are $15 dollars and the ortho insoles they made for me were like $700. which I can't wear cuz they are solid and my heals don't do hard solid surfaces anymore.<br /><br />In other news my 2001 Aztek is dying, I think. I've had a antifreeze smell for awhile, some minor and not so minor repairs made it subside, but then it came back. It is now coming close to over heating. Well it goes in Monday, but it looks like it is probably the valve cover gaskets which is like a 1,500 repair, and with that there is a chance of antifreeze getting into the engine and if that happens the motor will blow up within a month or 2. So I'm going to start looking for another car, which of course would mean a car payment, which I can't afford. Yay me... I'm not letting it get me down.<br /><br />The tenant that I evicted moved out early so I lost out on June rent. I have someone else replacing him in July or August and also have another tenant that is having $ problems and might move out at well. I'm refusing to get stressed out about our finances or lack of. Scooby had hired a lawyer to fight his disability denial. The lawyer seems to think it will be an easy case, I hope he's right. If Scooby got his disability and I had all 3 rooms rented we would be golden. But I'm not one to count my chickens before they are hatched....<br /><br />One good think is the local hospital has a company that is helping people who can't pay their medical bills get on medicade/Gov assistance. Even if you got denied, they will cut through the red tape and help for free. Considering Scooby has had 3 er visits in the last few years he is in medical debt for about 15,000 this is a big help....<br /><br />Thats about it for now, getting ready for our big fireworks party on July 3rd. Yay!!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-80893989340323992342010-05-24T22:29:00.003-04:002010-05-24T22:46:15.575-04:00Life has calmed down. The tenant is back on the wagon, but I stand by my eviction notice and he should be out by the end of June. Scooby is bouncing back, already trying to do more that he should with a broken collar bone.<br /><br />What I haven't mentioned is my medical problems. First I'm still having problems with my feet, the heels are def. bone spur problems. The one I broke back in January isn't all that bad but having to depend on my other foot, irritated the spur in my other heel. As for the fronts of my feet, since my podiatrist didn't find anything I'm really thinking I'm developing Fibromaglia. My muscles just ache. I can't cross my legs because it hurts too much at the point where they rest together. And just overall arm and leg pain is becoming a pain. Started a pain journal so I can report it to my Dr..<br /><br />I started playing volleyball on the weekends a couple of weeks ago. Funny thing is, my feet don't hurt all that much when I'm barefoot in the sand. I just have to be careful about over exerting myself, cuz I have to be well enough for work during the week.<br /><br />Anyway thats about it. Dismanteling the neighbors shed tomorrow to use the metal for the roof of our Tiki bar that Scooby has built off of the one side of the deck. Thinkin about having a few people over for the Holiday weekend coming up.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-59139573981745032952010-05-20T21:49:00.004-04:002010-05-20T22:36:51.175-04:00I'm a slave to my life..I know, I know its been forever. But since I'm forbidden to talk about my relationship on facebook, well I'm back...for now at least. <br /><br />Lets start with the other house that I rent rooms. 3 bedrooms, 3 tenants. Its funny how the person I thought I knew the best turned out to be the worst. My 1st and 3rd tentant are great. The 2nd one to move in, a friend, not so much. He knew that we were just renting rooms so that we could come and go and do work in the common areas. He's complained about possible noise and dust if we do work on the house, to the point we quit working altogether. He's prone to make big messes in the kitchen then blame them on the other tentants. Note: he's bipolar and a recovering alcoholic. Well..... he fell off the wagon. A week ago I was woke up at 4am with him yelling and banging on our windows, cuz he locked himself out of his place. The next morning we discovered that he smashed the railing on the front porch. There was also the problem with him being drunk and naked in the common areas and also giving a bj in the living room with the blinds open for all to see. Needless to say I had to evict him and he will be out within a month....hopefully. I need the money, but not that bad...<br /><br />Then I get a call at work last Friday from one of the good tenants that the local bar called and asked him to pick Scooby up cuz he was passed out......at 7:30pm. Here I don't get out of work till 11pm. Then a bit later I get a call from another friend saying they just saw someone that looked like Scooby bicycle past the house....all bloody. I call my tenant and he confirms as he was pulling into the bar he see's Scooby leaving in the car with the bike in the trunk. I call Scooby and ask what hes doing, "going home" he says. Then I ask, "On your bike or are you drunk driving?" He swears he's riding his bike. I end up going home early at 9 to find him all battered, apparently he had a bike accident while crossing the bridge. He thinks he's ok so I take off to have a few beers and tell him if he decides to go to the hospital to call me and I'll take him. About an hour later I ended up dropping him off at the ER, he has a broken collar bone, black eye with 4 stitches and rebroke his front tooth.<br /><br />Personally I had had enough drama with the tenant to last a lifetime, so I was pretty pissed off at this stunt. Friday night I seriously considered breaking up with him, but once I cooled off my anger turned to pity, so here we are, me caring for him.<br /><br />I really don't know what to do, I love him, but not sure enough to deal with these occasional drunken dramas. The bad/good part is we get along great when he's not drinking. Today I was really tired and was laying outside on a bench resting my eyes before work and he came out and I thought he had started to tickle me, startled I screamed and opened my eyes to see my indoor cat run off. For some stupid ass reason he brought my cat outside and went to set him on me... We both went after the cat and he did catch him but that stressed me out beyond anything. <br /><br />My cat Kiddo means the world to me and vice versa. If I leave for work with out him knowing, he will walk around the house and meow looking for me. He always sits on my lap when I'm on the computer and sleeps right next to me most of the time. We live on a really busy intersection if Kiddo would have got out of the back yard he probably would have been hit and killed. This really shook me up, because that cat is what keeps me keeping on...<br /><br />So anyway thats what is going on with me. My life feels like a car with no driver, that its taken on a life of its own and I can't figure out how to get control back.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-34597510688204549822010-03-30T21:48:00.002-04:002010-03-30T22:12:36.258-04:00Well only 3 post this month, how sad.... I wish I could blog the way I used to but locals have found me and I think I said this before, it messes with my head. I don't need people judging me, I do enough of that myself. Plus I think this blog possibly broke up a relationship, but if you don't have an open relationship and mess around on your bf, well they have the right to know. So I'm kinda indifferent on that one. <br /><br />I'm still seeing the young man now and then. Although I'm seeing things a little clearer now, definitely don't think we could make a relationship work but the sex is fun. Its funny how emotions can take over especially when you find someone who is 20 yrs younger then you with a big fuckin dick who fancys topping you. Its like a drug I tell you...<br /><br />Starting to work alot outside now that the weather is warming up. Getting ready to install some fences to hide the neighbors trashy back yard and keep the teens from stomping through my garden. <br /><br />Our couples counceling is still going well, and Scooby and I are getting along great. <br /><br />I guess thats all for now. If I'm not back on this weekend, HAPPY ZOMBIE JESUS DAY!!!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-90162631401101210972010-03-19T21:11:00.003-04:002010-03-19T21:34:19.365-04:00This and thatWell still not much is new. Scooby and I have been going to couples counseling and its a good thing. The snow is completely gone now and thank god its starting to warm up and we are able to spend time outside. Late January and February normally aren't good months for me. I was just reading Bigg's second to last post and he sounded alot like myself. I have suffered from depression on and off all my life. I told Scooby last month that some days I'm ok and some I just want to jump off a bridge. Its just getting through those bridge days can be tough. But like I said the weather is warming up I'm busy puttering around outside and my mind is clearer and focused on the tasks at hand. <br /><br />I keep thinking, if we lived in New Orleans I don't think I would have bridge days. I recently read that the state of Louisiana has the happiest residents of any state in the union and I believe it, at least in NOLA that is. <br /><br />Our counselor told Scooby that she prefered that he smoked pot over drinking. hehehe I told her that was no problem since he's a wake and baker.<br /><br />Our gold fish survived the winter in the pond in the back yard.<br /><br />We cleaned up a ton of broken glass in the street of the other house, we think its either the crazy lady across the street or the teenage boys, we all know how they like to break glass....<br /><br />Been raking leaves for days and need to start another compost bin/pile. I refuse to bag and throw away anymore.<br /><br />We've got all 3 rooms rented at the other house and we are finally not living hand to mouth and financially struggling for the first time. What a wierd feeling to actually have some spending money.<br /><br />We are not only having our 4th of July party but planning a Halloweeen party this year as well.<br /><br />I'm finding old school friends from when I went to school in Tucson on Facebook. I didn't realize but when we left and moved to MI for my Jr and Sr. year of High School that it left a big hole in my life which I'm finally starting to fill/repair. <br /><br />St. Patricks Day parade is this Sunday in town and we are hanging with friends and partying. I asked for Monday off just in case I party too much, which I normally do. lol<br /><br />Wow for not having much to say, I said quite abit. Thanks Bigg for kicking me in the ass and getting me to post something!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-6623619763749312432010-03-01T23:06:00.002-05:002010-03-01T23:15:29.558-05:00Sorry that I haven't posted anything, I've become addicted to Facecrack. lol But anyway I went back to work on Feb. 10 after 3 weeks off from injuring my foot. My partner was not much help, granted he'd make a meal but then not clean up afterward. I had pork chop bones laying on the counter for days until I managed to get up and clean. Considering I was suppose to stay off my foot, the 3 weeks was frusterating to say the least. So after all that we have started couples counciling, this is our second week. Since I had to favor my foot now I'm having problems with my left heel as well, I'm sure I have bone/heel spurs on both heels. Its so much fun trying to walk but not put pressure on either heel because they are tender and painful.<br /><br />I'm suffering from cabin fever so don't have much to say other than I'm so fuckin ready for spring...Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-85012461556796744652010-02-03T12:35:00.002-05:002010-02-03T12:43:15.534-05:00Sitting here bored as hell still, hoping that I can get back to work next week. It will depend on the xrays they take Tuesday, I hope my foot has healed.<br /><br />I've been hobbling around here doing laundry and trying to keep the house clean. Scooby has made me a few meals but then I'm left to clean up the mess or else it would still be sitting there. Yesterday I had to hobble out and clean the snow off the sidewalk because he had a tooth pulled and wasn't up to it.<br /><br />Needless to say I'm disgustipated....Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-26525129535790755922010-01-25T10:55:00.002-05:002010-01-25T11:12:20.941-05:00updateWell Jan. 12 I slipped on the steps at work and ended up breaking a bone spur off of my heel. So I'm laid up and out of work until Feb 10. God I hope they let me go back to work. Sitting around and doing practically nothing fucking sucks. Still waiting to hear if workmans comp is going to cover it or not. Apparently since I've been to a foot Dr. it was considered preexisting condition, it wasn't so it created alot of red tape. so now I wait. I've also discovered that with out me picking up/cleaning ect. that we could easier fall into the "Hoarders" catagory within a month or twos time. <br /><br />Also haven't been sleeping well. 6 hours was good for me before 2am-8am, but now I've been waking up at 6 or 7am and can't get back to sleep. I guess I fear that Scooby might kick my foot in his sleep or one of the cats might jump on it and the last thing I want is to fuck it up any more than it already is.<br /><br />So thats it in a nutshell, I'm laid up and bored as hell...Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-34422860469630190732010-01-10T15:11:00.002-05:002010-02-03T12:35:12.841-05:00Love<table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td valign="top" width="80%"><span class="TITLE"></span> <br /></td> <td colspan="2" valign="top" align="right" nowrap="nowrap"> <br /></td> </tr> <tr><td colspan="3"> by <a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/152">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a> </td> </tr> <tr><td colspan="3"><br /></td> </tr> <tr><td colspan="2" valign="top"> <pre>We cannot live, except thus mutually<br />We alternate, aware or unaware,<br />The reflex act of life: and when we bear<br />Our virtue onward most impulsively,<br />Most full of invocation, and to be<br />Most instantly compellant, certes, there<br />We live most life, whoever breathes most air<br />And counts his dying years by sun and sea.<br />But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth<br />Throw out her full force on another soul,<br />The conscience and the concentration both make<br />mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole<br />And aim consummated, is Love in sooth,<br />As nature's magnet-heat rounds pole with pole.<br /><br /><br />(I especially like the last line, hehe)<br /></pre></td></tr></tbody></table>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-19977133189416540062010-01-10T15:08:00.000-05:002010-01-10T15:09:17.520-05:00The Definition of Love<table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td valign="top" width="80%"><span class="TITLE"><br /></span> </td> <td colspan="2" valign="top" align="right" nowrap="nowrap"> </td> </tr> <tr><td colspan="3"> by <a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/304">Andrew Marvell</a> </td> </tr> <tr><td colspan="3"><br /></td> </tr> <tr><td colspan="2" valign="top"> <pre>My Love is of a birth as rare<br />As 'tis for object strange and high:<br />It was begotten by Despair<br />Upon Impossibility.<br /><br />Magnanimous Despair alone<br />Could show me so divine a thing,<br />Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown<br />But vainly flapped its Tinsel wing.<br /><br />And yet I quickly might arrive<br />Where my extended soul is fixt,<br />But Fate does iron wedges drive,<br />And always crowds itself betwixt.<br /><br />For Fate with jealous eye does see<br />Two perfect Loves; nor lets them close:<br />Their union would her ruin be,<br />And her tyrannic power depose.<br /><br />And therefore her decrees of steel<br />Us as the distant Poles have placed,<br />(Though Love's whole World on us doth wheel)<br />Not by themselves to be embraced.<br /><br />Unless the giddy Heaven fall,<br />And Earth some new convulsion tear;<br />And, us to join, the World should all<br />Be cramped into a planisphere.<br /><br />As lines so Loves oblique may well<br />Themselves in every angle greet:<br />But ours so truly parallel,<br />Though infinite can never meet.<br /> <br />Therefore the Love which us doth bind,<br />But Fate so enviously debars,<br />Is the conjunction of the Mind,<br />And opposition of the Stars.<br /></pre></td></tr></tbody></table>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-39363573052290962712010-01-06T21:46:00.002-05:002010-01-06T22:14:41.078-05:00The biggest laugh of 2009A few months ago I got out of work on a Friday night and headed to my friend Thurston's house. Scooby was already there along with a few others including our friend "D''. D has become kind of a mess lately with his drinking and this night was no different. As soon as I got there D wanted me to try on his fathers accordian. Back story, D never got along with his father and was never allowed to even touch his dads accordian, so he was overwhelmed with emotion when he inherited it.<br /><br />I was tired and didn't want to put the accordian on or try to play it, but D in his wasted state kept insisting, so I put it on. Then he told me to pull on it, I tried lightly and it didn't budge. "Are you sure its not locked?" I asked. D slurrily replied, "no its not locked, pull harder". I tried and it still didn't budge. "Are you sure?" I asked again. "Yes pull harder" he slurred, "your not pulling hard enough". So I did and the dam thing popped into two pieces, so here I stand with 1/2 of the accordian in one hand and the other 1/2 in the other. We both stood there, our mouths hanging open, shocked at what just happened.<br /><br />Scooby being mr. fixit took the accordian from me and sat down at the kitchen table to try and put it back together. At the table was a pizza box with a couple of pieces left on top, "D" scooped up the box and started folding it into 4th's, I mentioned to him that there was still pizza on the box and he slurred to me that nobodies going to want it now. Just then Thurston swooped into the room and snatched the pizza box from D and passed it over Scoobies head and threw it away. <br /><br />Then I noticed that in the process Thurston had dropped some pizza sauce on the accordian as Scooby was finishing putting it back together. So we wiped up the pizza sauce off of it and Scooby stood up and started to play it. He got a couple of in and out strokes out of the accordian before it popped open again and some thing hit the floor. We all looked down and here sat a piece of pizza on the floor. Apparently when Thurston passed the pizza box over Scooby a piece fell out and right into the accordian with out anyone noticing. So here we all sit, mouths agape at the pizza now laying on the floor as we come to the realization of what just happened. <br /><br /><br />Everytime we think of this night we laugh our fuckin asses off....Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-6470789162236137742010-01-05T10:19:00.003-05:002010-01-05T11:14:24.297-05:00Beware of Knights Inn, the worst hotel chain...FYI if your ever traveling through Terra <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Haute</span>, IN and need to stop for the night absolutely under no circumstances stay at the Knights Inn. Once a year we stop through here on our way back home from New Orleans but I usually get us a room at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Econolodge</span>. This year I thought we could save some money and stop at the Knights Inn, I figured since they also have continental breakfast.<br /><br />We got there and I got us a room for about $10 bucks cheaper then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Econolodge</span>. The room looked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ok</span> at first, the carpet needed vacuumed but we've stayed at a few dumps in our time and aren't that picky. It was extremely cold that night so we immediately turned on the heat and noticed that the low heat button was broken. We took off down the street to find some food and when we got back the room still wasn't warm. That is when we noticed that the light above the sink didn't work and the volume button was missing on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tv</span> plus it didn't have a remote.<br /><br /> When stopping for the night during a road trip we usually sleep in separate beds so we can spread out. This time we decided to sleep together since it was so cold, so I went to take the blanket off the other bed and there wasn't one. It ended up with us huddled together fully clothed under one blanket and two bedspreads and we were still freezing. After a half hour enough was enough, we tried to call the office but the phone didn't work. So we packed up our shit and heading to the office for a refund only to find out they don't do refunds. <br /><br />The night clerk are very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">apologetic</span> and when we mentioned writing a letter to corporate, he encouraged us to do so. He ended up putting us in the room above the office. Again no remote for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">tv</span> and only one blanket plus I found tiny glass shards on the bedspread. The night clerk did find another remote and brought us another blanket. The room got a somewhat warmer then the last, probably because of the heated office below us. It still didn't get warm enough to turn it off of high, but we at least stayed warm under the covers. <br /><br />The next morning the continental breakfast consisted of dry cereal with no milk, toast, coffee and a cheap box of chocolate covered donuts with only two left. Needless to say corporate will be hearing from us and we will never again stay at another Knights Inn.....Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-38425336709467792952010-01-04T22:26:00.003-05:002010-01-05T10:19:31.438-05:00Ugh, I seriously considered ending this blog at the start of this year. I haven't been blogging much if you have noticed. Its hard blogging when you live in small suburbia. Fags are like little clucky hens gossiping about everything and everybody and blogging about personal aspects of my life just gives them fuel for the fire. I don't mind my friends reading, but gossipy accquaintences.... well, fucks with my head.<br /><br />But anyway, after deleting the last couple of posts, I guess I'm going to hang out for a little while longer.<br /><br />Scooby and I's trip to New Orleans over the Holiday was great, somewhat low key for NOLA but great just the same. We didn't drink as excessively as we have in the past, actually we've spent most of last year cutting back on our drinking. It was great to go on vacation and not have to worry and sometimes babysit a drunk bf. In fact I think I actually fell in love with him this Holiday season. I've always loved him, but this trip it got a bit stronger. Instead of being pissed off at him getting sloppy drunk, I enjoyed his slightly buzzed company. <br /><br />Last night, we had a nice dinner and movie evening with the crush. A friend voiced his concern about it breaking Scooby and I up considering I'm kinda gaga over the crush, but I assured him that's not the case, especially since our NOLA trip. After all Scooby is the brains behind this operation, plus he's my soul mate, and with his health the way it is, well we are in it for the long haul. We're all just having fun, casual intimate relations. If it grows into more then great, but we are happy with how it is. I've always had issues with depression and low self esteem so having a guy in his early twenties interested in us has been a big boost. Something that I desperately needed.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-76347627585498798902010-01-03T13:23:00.002-05:002010-01-03T13:28:28.331-05:00Words to live by....If you pass judgment on others,<br /><br />it doesn't define them,<br /><br />it defines yourself....Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-43172189216076807752009-12-15T23:09:00.006-05:002009-12-18T18:37:09.242-05:005 Golden rings (5 things I enjoy)This meme is from Bigg,<br /><br /><br />1. My cats, especially Kiddo. If I leave for work with out him knowing, he runs through the house looking for me meowing. When I come home from work he sits on my chest and nuzzles my face. He loves to be carried around like a baby and most of the time if I wake up in the middle of the night he is snuggled by my side. I truly believe he would be devastated if something were to happen to me, he keeps me keeping on. His brother Clyde has his own distinct characteristics. He loves to be papoosed in the front of your shirt and carried around. He's very quiet but sometimes when he thinks he's alone he meow/sings. After I take a shower he will follow me into the bedroom and jump on the bed and I'll stand there and he will try to put his paws around me and nuzzle my chest with his face to rescent me, sometime he will lightly bite me also.<br /><br /><br />2. Home: Even though its alot of work I enjoy our home, it keeps me busy with laundry and making meals, baking cookies and treats and gardening in the yard in the summer. It keeps me grounded.<br /><br /><br />3. New Orleans, I enjoy the atmosphere, architecture, music, people who are drunker then myself, and its old world charm. It does have its crime element but I've said it several times, that I'd rather be murdered in the streets of New Orleans tomorrow then live the rest of my life in Michigan.<br /><br /><br />4. Friends: even though they can sometimes be a pain in the ass I love em. Getting together and doing simple things like helping decorate a christmas tree, getting drunk at the St. Pats parade, or just sitting around on a Sunday during the summer and bbq'ing and having a few cocktails.<br /><br /><br />5. I enjoy my partner Scooby even though things are tough with him not working he has many great qualities. He's fluent in electrical, plumbing and carpentry and is an asset to have around. Plus he's my best friend.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-10440803571618193522009-11-30T22:15:00.003-05:002009-11-30T22:23:36.028-05:00Update on the other houseWell the second roomate fell through. Don't know what happened, he's a friend of ours and was suppose to move in around Nov. 1 and we never heard from him and still haven't. Being the difficult person he is he probably lost his job, but who knows. <br /><br />The one guy that does live there wanted to move in one of his friends but unfort. the guy is handicapped and the house is not excessable, plus bedrooms are on the second floor. So I have offered to sell the house to him and he is interested. We are just waiting to see if he can get financing. If this pans out we are thinking about flipping another HUD home down the street. This should be enough to pay off our house and possibly build a garage too. Wish us luck..Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-22692325298231739652009-11-25T21:43:00.004-05:002009-11-25T21:46:09.876-05:00Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!We are spending Thanksgiving at my sisters and "the crush" might even tag along. :)Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-51354944970472409872009-11-16T21:57:00.003-05:002009-11-16T22:19:36.060-05:00Drama, Drama, DramaIf I hadn't mentioned, my friend and I have made up a few weeks ago after a month hiatus. Anyway he called and left a message Sunday morning, I was still in bed but could tell by his voice that something was not right. I got up a few minutes later, made coffee and called him back and he procedes to tell me about the disturbing phone call he received the night before.<br /><br />back story: after my friend broke up with his bf, said ex rented a room at the other house I bought early this year. Ex is friends with another gay man named Vince and Vince is in a relationship with mentally unstable Gerald. Well Gerald thinks something is going on between Ex and Vince and called my friend Saturday night to tell him if I don't kick Ex out of the house that him and his nephew are going to burn down my rental house, and that they already cased the place out. nice....<br /><br />So I took a little trip over to the local police dept. and reported the threat. Unfort. they can't really do anything until he acts on it, but the report has been made incase anything happens. I've heard stories about how Gerald beats Vince (who's in a wheelchair) and in his last tirade this weekend distroyed Vince's walker. Its all very fucked up and I don't understand why Vince doesn't file assault charges against him and get his ass thrown in jail.<br /><br />Luckily I'm very well insured.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-12891949829896707242009-11-12T22:28:00.003-05:002009-11-12T23:39:41.959-05:00The crushIt was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mardi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gras</span> weekend at the campground, my other half was shit faced drunk, falling off the picnic table before the parade even started. I finally got him in the tent to sleep it off and went to join the festivities. I sampled several of the cocktails and snacks and ended up at the foam party on the dance floor. I used to love to dance but when your bf of 13 yrs doesn't dance, well it kind of falls to the wayside. That night I dance my ass off, shirtless and slick with foam. I was laughing and having the best time, when it happened, this young handsome twink grabbed my nipple and tweaked it, a little to hard since they are very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hypersensitive</span>, then winked at me and continued on. He stuck in my head.<br /><br />Cut to last month<br /><br />I found him on Manhunt and he lives in the area, early twenties, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">vers</span>, top.... He actually hit me up and we exchanged a few emails. I told him right up front my status expecting him to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">disappear</span>, never to hear from him again, like most of the online guys do. I was wrong, he was cool with it. We had lunch, he told me that he had recently heard from the health dept that someone he had been with tested <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">poz</span> and he was waiting for his results. We went back to his place and had HOT protected safe sex. He's got a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">smokin</span> hot tight little body and well... he's bigger then me. A few days later his results came back and it wasn't good. He's handling it extremely well, and we've gotten together a second time. This time I discovered how versatile he really is.<br /><br />So anyway that is what his going on in my life. I have a crush and I really don't know what to do about it. Probably nothing, people come and go and if and when this ends I will be crushed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">that's</span> why its called a crush. I'm having fun, he is giving me a well <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">deserved</span> boost to my ego and self esteem considering he's twenty yrs younger then me.<br /><br />Luckily <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Scooby</span> has cut back on his drinking drastically or else this would be a no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">brainer</span>. We are still bickering about his lack of employment. I told him he either needs to apply for disability or go back to work full time. He wined that filling out the application for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">SSD</span> would be so stressful and I told him, "Like the stress I've been dealing with for 12yrs wondering if we are going to financially make it on my paycheck alone, join the club." That shut him up and will hopefully get him to apply. otherwise I'm going to have to tell him that he has 3 choices, A. apply for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">SSD</span>, B. go back to work, or C. move into the other house. I would never leave him high and dry, I do love him but not enough to financially support him for another 12 or more yrs.. I've got to start taking care of myself and find my own happiness.<br /><br />Lets end on a lighter note: This guy was born in another state but him and his mom ended up in the town I'm from and I'm dying to ask how they ended up there. If he says his mom is from there I'm gonna shit, since we are about the same age I might know her. Yikes!!<br /><br />More to come....Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-10498994696454214682009-10-28T22:31:00.002-04:002009-10-28T22:38:24.326-04:00Halloween plansWe are going to The Rocky Horror Picture Show at 7pm then off to the bar for cocktails and the Halloween costume contest. I've never seen RHPS at the theatre so I'm a virgin, hahahahahahah Haven't been able to say that in like forever....<br /><br />Anyway going as one of the guests/extras, black jacket/pants, bright colored shirt and sunglasses and of course party hat and noise maker. Will have my vampire contacts in so all I'll have to do is pour some fake blood around my mouth and throw in the fangs and I'll be a vampire at the bar.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-83843045635478595652009-10-15T21:39:00.004-04:002009-10-15T22:29:05.372-04:00I don't know where to startWell we ended up renting rooms at the other house. 2 rented, 1 to go. One of my very good friends has been acting very crazy lately and ended his short term relationship with his new boyfriend. The guy is very nice and when crazy kicked him out on his birthday no less, he asked if he could rent a room at the other house. I, flat ass broke and needing money, said sure. Well when I informed my good friend that his new ex was going to rent from me he ended our 20 yr. friendship. I was stunned, but what can I do. Said good friend has been a major pill lately so the break is a well deserved one. I'm thinking that its his new hiv meds thats making him so crazy, but that is just a speculation.<br /><br />A month ago we were doing our weekend thing, hitting the flea market and he told me, "When I break up with ______ you can be as mean as you want to too him." This left me speechless, first I was appalled, then hurt. I can't believe that he thinks that I'm that shallow that I will be mean to another human being just because he tells me I can. The only real reason I can figure that he broke up with him is because they were not sexually compatible. The guy didn't cheat, or lie, or disappear for days on end. I just don't get it...<br /><br />So far he has been the perfect tenant. Turns down the heat when he leaves for work, is neat and tiddy, pays the rent. The other guy is our old roomate from a few years ago. He should be moving in by next week. 300 each per month should pay the utilities on the house this winter with a little extra to set aside for taxes and insurance on the place. God if I can get the last room rented we should be golden.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438604.post-81842177021804790172009-09-22T22:38:00.003-04:002009-09-22T22:52:41.725-04:00Still hereStill working on the other house, and getting pretty tired of it. Not sure what we are doing with it once its done. Wanted to do vacation rental but was told that it was highly unlikely that we would make that fly since we are not in a resort/ big city area. Which is true and I'm sure winter would be completely dead. Unfort. I'm out of money and we need to do something fast to get some income coming in before winter. All we are getting is negative input and I'm tire of hearing that shit.....<br /><br /> If anyone local reads this, we are not having a halloween party, because we don't have the time/money or energy ect..<br /><br />Hopefully I'll be back soon with some better news. Hoping to get house done by end of Oct. (fingers crossed). Wish us luck.....Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211226526907968841noreply@blogger.com0