New friends

I went out in the back yard this morning for some reason and noticed that someone had put a tiny fur hat on one of my cement garden angel statuaries. Then I took a closer look and it was a baby squirrel sitting quietly watching me. I said hello and went over to where I had thrown some chestnuts out to feed the wildlife and picked up a couple and tossed them to the little squirrel and told him to have some breakfast. I then went back inside and looked out a little later and the little thing was gnawing frantically on the nut trying to get in open. He finally gave up and started eating some of those propeller type things that fall from the trees.

We watched him on and off through out the morning and Scooby ended up naming him Dinky, cuz he's so small and cute. I then took some more chestnuts and smashed them open with a hammer and set them outside for Dinky to eat.

Before I went to work I gutted 6 pumpkins to get ready to carve Friday for the party on Saturday. Wanted to get them gutted today and get the mess tossed out, cuz trash goes tomorrow morning. I did manage to set some seeds aside and threw them out in the yard for Dinky or any other animal that would like a snack.

They are hiring where I work and our friend "C" went and applied this week. God it would be awesome if he got the job. It's the same shift as me and since he lives close by we could carpool. Fingers crossed.... We just started hanging out with "C" since he moved back here this year. What an awesome upbeat person. He's gotten us out of the house and doing stuff more this year then we have ever in the past. He hangs out with us most weekends, and when he's not there we kinda miss him. Most of our friends are "fuddy duddy stick in the muds" that won't do anything. "C" is definately a breath of fresh air and has changed our lives for the better.

New Friends ROCK!

The Monster Mash Bash

Sorry I didn't post any tattoo pic's this weekend. Been really busy getting ready for our Halloween party this weekend. Hope to post pics soon, I promise. I mentioned that there was another party going on the same night as ours, well the host for that party cancelled and now it looks like we'll have another 30 people planning on coming to our party. So it looks like we are going to have a huge turn out. YES!

I on the other hand have no fuckin idea of what I'm going to dress up as. Some kind of scary vampire thing, but what type I don't know. I've already done the goth and punk vampire. I've got this scary wig so I could go as a backwoods vampire. With my big platform type shoes I could be really intimidating. I don't know....

I do have army fatigues so that's always an option. I'd go as Medusa but I refuse to shave off my beard. The scary contacts would work great with that and I have all kinds of rubber snakes that I could weave into the scary wig. Argg... Maybe next year on the Medusa thing. Plus I kinda what to look sexy also. I could go as Pan from greek mythology, I still have the fur pants that I made years ago. Except that its suppose to be about 40 degrees outside, and me without a shirt, burrrr...

All I know is I gotta decide soon. The party's this Saturday for gods sake.

Party planning

I'm totally buying to much shit for this Halloween party. This week alone I've been surfing eBay and bought Halloween party music which include most of the scary music themes plus the Monster Mash. My sister had the 45 of the Monster Mash and I played the shit out of the record when I was a kid. I also bought Rocky Horror Picture Show on DVD. We have all of our TV's in the house wired together, so it will be playing through out the house. Today I ran to 2 different Kmarts to find a total of 4 black spider web curtains. They are to cool and we will probably keep them up year around. That's just how warped we are. Oh and I almost forgot, I also ordered the Halloween music roll for our player piano from QRSmusic.com. It includes the themes to "The Addams Family", "The Munsters", and "Alfred Hitchcock". Our piano is a 100 yr. old foot pump player made by the Cable Co. of Chicago. The fuckin thing is a workout and my legs feel like rocks when I get done playing a song.

On the down side, we found out that a local gay group is having a Halloween party on the same night as ours. SHIT! But its to late to change the dates, we've told to many people. Scooby talked to the host of the other party and he didn't sound all that into hosting, so we brought up the idea of co-hosting together. Don't know if it will happen or not. I joined the "gay group" this week on their online site. They have "Meet and "Greets" every so often and they happen to be having one Wednesday this week at a coffee house only a block from where I work. So I pop in about a 1/2 hour after it was suppose to start and there was nobody there. Guess it was a short meet and greet.

Who knows how our party will go. Kinda thinking about canceling the keg. The drink machine should be enough considering it holds 15 gallons of cocktails.

My back is alot better. I called the massage guy and he told me he's retired. SHIT! So I just used a heating pad which worked wonders. My tattoo is about healed and am planning on posting some pics of it and all my other tatts this weekend. Hopefully. I'm on vacation tomorrow, YEA! Hope to finish up the Halloween decorating. I can't believe how much I blogged this week, must be the zoloft is kicking it real good.

The return of Murphy

Our friend Murphy stopped by this weekend after a couple of years of being AWOL. He had moved down south that is until his last two crack head boyfriends sold everything he had to buy drugs, including his two dogs. We've just started referring to him as Murphy because of Murphy's Law: If anything can go wrong it will. He's got to be the most bad luck person I've ever met. To the point that I feel uncomfortable around him cuz I'm afraid some of it will rub off.

I was getting ready to go to work today when the doorbell rings. It's Murphy, the car he just bought for 100. from his cousin ran out of gas a couple of blocks from our house. So I give him the rest of a can of gas that I had used for our lawn mower. He leaves and 5 minutes later he's back, now the battery is dead. So he calls a couple of people for help and I go look for some jumper cables. He has no luck, but I do find cables and we head down the road to his car.

We try to jump his car and no luck. So I tell him that I gotta get going soon and ask if he wants help getting his car out of the street. He says yes, so I tell him that there is a parking lot around the corner that we can push it to and that it should coast down there since the road declines a bit. So I pull my car into another parking lot close by and run out to help him. First he hits the curb going around the corner then the car starts picking up speed. He's just running along side of it and I yell at him to jump in. He does but just sits in a fetal position and doesn't steer or brake. His open car door hits a car coming from the opposite direction. He them steers abit to get back in his lane, but still doesn't brake as the car continues to pick up speed. He then misses the drive to the parking lot hitting another curb. Then he cranks the steering wheel and the car then goes into the entrance to the parking lot but hits the other curb and then runs into a post. Finally stopping the car. I ask him if he's ok, he says yes. Then I tell him I gotta leave for work or I'll be late.

Good God! and I thought I wasn't very smart.... I'm honestly surprised that he didn't fall while trying to jump into the car and run over himself.

Just shut up and show me your cock

Did you ever run across someone that insists on disagreeing with everything and anything. We went out to the Berg last Saturday night to hand out invites to our Halloween party and ran into a guy that was at our 4th of July party. At the last party he was all groping me and everything and I was groping back and running my fingers through his furry chest. This was before I knew he had a boyfriend.

This weekend was another story. Every fucking thing that came out of my mouth he disagreed with. Normally I'd get irritated, but now that I'm on Zoloft, I just had enough and turned to Scooby and asked if he was ready to go home. We had plans to go out and have a smoke with the bartender before we left. We went outside and Mr. Disagreeable followed us out.

After finishing our smoke, the bartender went back in and Mr. D started groping the two of us, and we groped back. He unzipped us and pulled out our cocks and he pulled out his. Man did he have a nice thick cock. If I'd of been in New Orleans I probably would of dropped to my knees and popped his manhood in my mouth. But I didn't. Plus his boyfriend was inside and I don't know what kind of relationship they have. I really don't want to get caught with another man's candy in my mouth, ya know what I mean.

I just don't need that kinda drama....

Growing (older) Pains

I remember my sister telling me a story about my father and how he sneezed and threw his back out. My parents have/had always been dramatic sneezers. One time when I was a kid and we were living in a mobile home park out in Tucson, my mom sneezed so loud inside our trailer that the neighbors next door yelled, "GOD BLESS YOU" from inside their home.

Anyway, where was I. Oh yeah I threw my back out today. It's probably not considered threw out when its just an extremely tight muscle. Knotted up enough to bounce a quarter of off, right below my left shoulder blade. Man it fuckin hurts. But no I didn't do it by sneezing like my father. I did it by looking out the window, folks. Ok I may have twisted to look out the window. To look out a fucking window.... I shouldn't be in this much pain. Getting old, it ain't for sissies. Didn't Bette Davis say that?

I found a guy in the phone book that is a CMT on the other side of town. I'm definitely going to be calling him tomorrow. There is a massage therapist only a couple of blocks away, but its a woman, and if I gotta pay someone for a massage I'd rather have a guy feeling me up. I hope he's cute....

Poison Drama

Went to work Friday and they had the back dock door open with a large flatbed truck just outside the door....running. As soon as I walked into the 8 x 14 enclosed area near the dock I got hit by the smell of exhaust fumes. I tried to escape the fumes but they were loading shit up and there wasn't anyplace to go. Plus I had to punch in, but couldn't until 2:53, and it was only 2:40. I normally try to stick around near the timeclock or else I'll forget to punch in.

By the time I was able to punch in and leave to go cash my check I wasn't feeling very good. I started to develop a migraine and was dizzy, sluggish, nauseated and couldn't think worth a shit. I first thought that if I just spend some time outside that I'd start to feel better but after an unsettling drive to the bank I decided I should go to the urgent care center.

I got there and after telling them my problem they told me they couldn't do anything for carbon monoxide poisoning, that I needed to call my employer and then immediately go to the emergency room. Called and confirmed my circumstances to my boss. Then headed for emergency. Apparently carbon monoxide poisoning is some serious shit considering that when I got there and they immediately stuck me in a wheelchair and sped me off to a room, without even signing in or anything. They hooked me up to oxygen for about an hour, took some blood to check my carbon monoxide levels. After the levels started to decrease they release me and told me to go home and rest.

That was the beginning of my weekend....How was yours?

I'm feeling much better now. Today I will probably work on our fence on the side of the house. We're extending it two more sections to expand the side yard. By doing this we'll be able to look out the one window in our computer room to a fenced in garden area instead of looking out and seeing traffic. Also we're decorating for Halloween. We've decided to have a Halloween party and we're turning our old house into a creepy spook house. God I love Halloween....

I also want to thank "D" for the email I'm glad that this blog has helped you see that being HIV doesn't mean that your sex life is over. I thought the same thing myself when I became poz. Now I'm having hot rauchy sex with all kinds of poz guys, and living out my sexual fantasy's to the fullest. I tried to email you back but it kept coming back as undeliverable. Anyway, thanks and take care...

Slightly irked

I've been battling with myself whether I should vent/blog about this or just let it go. I've decided to vent then let go, so here we go. I'm kind of irked at a few people at work and my family for not sponsoring me in the AIDS walk.

First the people at work. Ok I didn't really expect to get much from them since it is Midland aka Agrestic (the town that "Weeds" takes place in. You know the kind of small town that refuses to acknowledge they even have gay people, let along some with HIV/AIDS. "GASP not in our town." But there are a few at work that I've gave money to. Like the lady that sells Avon, shit I've bought shit loads of stuff from her in the past, and yet I get nothing. Or there is the lady that is always selling stuff for her kids for one organization or another, which I've purchased several times. And yet again nothing. I also had a few others "say" they were going to sponsor me, but then didn't. Then I had one lady come up to me this week after the fact and ask, "Is your walk over?", me:"Yes it was this last Saturday." her: "Oh I was going to donate." I tell her no problem but in my head I'm saying, yeah right.

Then there is my family. Shit with all the weddings, graduations, births, and kids birthdays that I've shelled out money for over the years you'd think I would of got something. Nadda.... I've never asked these people for anything in the past and the one time I do ask, I get no response.

I've never really been one to consider getting married, but now I'm thinking about doing it just out of spite. Just to send out wedding announcements and see who responds back. After all the money I've shelled out to my family for all there special occasions its time I get some of that back, damit. Then the ones that don't respond I can write off. No more Christmas cards for you, you cheap ass mutherfuckers.

I'd also like to put a wedding announcement in the Midland news paper saying "That we were married in the FREE country of Canada". Just to fuck with all those self righteous assholes.

There end of rant...now I can let go.

KABOOM!

This morning Scooby and I were sitting on the back porch watching Ellen and about half way through we hear a big KABOOM and then the electricity goes out. Our electricity has never gone out for more than a few seconds. The lady that use to live next door, who also worked for the city told us that our house and hers are both tied into the draw bridge, so we never loose power for more than a few seconds.

Well today was a different story.

We go outside and notice that the traffic lights aren't working either. The neighbors come out and we all look down towards where the KABOOM came from. Two blocks down the street is a power station and we all see a bit of smoke wafting up into the air. The neighbor girl calls 911 to let them know. Then we see the several city vehicles fly past heading to the power station. Then comes the fire truck.

We all then hang out in front of our houses and chit chat and continue to glance at the traffic light just waiting for a car accident to happen. Thank god, it didn't. Then about a half hour later our power is restored. We found out soon after that a squirrel got into the power station and got zapped, shorting out everything. We have two Squirrels that live in our back yard....we've named them Shirley and Rocky. I saw Shirley Squirrel later on in our bird feeder. Rocky is yet to be seen....

OUCH!

I did very well getting my tattoo this last Friday. It turned out great, I'll post some pics once its healed. It's been about 10-12 yrs. since I've gotton a tattoo and forgot about a few things. First the healing process. Granted this is the biggest tat that I've gotten to date, but I don't remember all the oozing that happens the first few days. We were planning on going out for dinner afterward but I was bleeding color down my leg and into my sock, so needless to say we went home instead.

Another thing I didn't realize was that with leg tattoos your suppose to try and stay off you leg for the first 2-3 days. Well, I didn't know that and the very next day was the AIDS Walk....oops. I managed to get through it with out any problem, and then took the rest of the day and relaxed. Then the charlie horses started to kick in Sunday and Monday. It seems that my calve decided to all tense up into shitloads of knots. Luckily by then the oozing had stopped and the tat had started to scab over a bit. I've been massaging my leg all around the tat to try and relieve the knots in my muscles which is helping a bit. It's still kind of painful to walk. I really would like to massage right where the tat is, cuz I got a big charlie horse there. Will have to wait till its healed to do that though.

Started sleeping better till I got the tat. Now I'm not cuz I'm worried about getting ink all over everything. I've laid down an old towel now under my leg just in case and it seems to help. Had to ban the cat from the bedroom for the last couple of nights so he wouldn't drag his fat belly across my leg. So he sat outside our door and sang to us starting at about 6am till I got up to feed him.

Monday I notice that my leg was swollen, so I've been keeping it elevated whenever possible. Don't know if all this is normal shit or maybe I'm just getting older or possibly the HIV thing has a bit to do with it... don't know.

Will I do it again, SHIT YEA! At least if all this shit subsides...which I'm sure it will. Funny thing is when I went in to have it done the hot scruffy tattoo guy took a look at my leg and said, "Oh, you all ready shaved" and I admitted, "No, the hair just doesn't grow on the backs of my calves anymore." What I didn't admit too was that is the main reason for getting the tattoos, to cover the bald patches on my legs.

Party, Party, War and more

Our going away party for "R" was a success. Everyone had a great time...at least most of them did. "R" is moving in with his mom for the last few weeks before he leaves, and I made the comment at the party that if he needed to escape that he was more than welcome to come on over. Well Jimmy over heard a little bit and said, "what?". So I repeated it and I don't think he was all that happy. Jimmy who has no car or drivers license, recently lost his job and his apartment in our town and had to move in with his parents back in Saganasty aka Saginaw. Before he moved home, I got the impression that he wanted us to take him in, and that was totally out of the question. Scooby and I agreed that we could only take small doses of Jimmy and his manic behavior. Yes I've watched "Reefer Madness" and "Cocaine Fiends" but I refuse to live it...

It was decided at the party that we are going to host a Halloween party before "R" leaves. But then he stopped by today and said he's going to try and leave early cuz his mom's already driving him crazy and he hasn't even totally moved in with her yet. I'm kinda hesitant about having the party cuz we don't have alot of room since our bedroom is under construction and we've been sleeping in the livingroom for the last...um....year and a half. Good God..has it been that long... I want my house back, it used to be a very cool showplace ya know. All this construction is Scooby's way of breaking me of my OCD. I guess...All I know is that I've taken alot more prescription pills since this all started.

Sunday we went to "The River of Time" in the park behind the house. I've lived here for like 15 yrs. and this is the first time I've made it down there. In fact I had nicknamed it "The River of Hell" cuz of all the cannons being shot off all weekend long. It's basically war reenactments. We witnessed the war between the red coats and the...uh...us I guess. I'm horrible with history, I had to ask Scooby which one was the North, blue or grey? I should have known since we are in the north and there wasn't a grey to be seen. Then we went home and watched "Ginger Snaps", which I thought was going to be something like "I'm gonna get u Sucka". Turned out it was a colonial werewolf movie. The name through me off, it was pretty cool just the same.

Wednesday we are going to a free Ebay how to, thingy hosted by the post office. Would like to get into selling our shit on Ebay instead of this yard sale fucking nonsense. I'm still not sleeping worth a shit, woke up every two hrs last night, FUCK. Then Friday I'm getting my tattoo, needless to say I'm hyped...

Hey Mr. Sandman, where the hell R U

I've decided to only take Xanax on Wednesday night to get to sleep since Thursday is the only day that I need to get up early. Last night I layed in bed what seemed like forever. I kept hearing something, thought it was the cat scouting the bedroom. It ended up being the wind blowing the piece of foam that is wedged in the window next to the air conditioner. Finally got to sleep, then Scooby came to bed and I woke up. Dam... Only got about 5 hrs. sleep. Double dam....

Woke up this morning and fucked the bf for almost an hour, nice to know the antidepressants aren't affecting me down there....yet. Banged him slow, banged him hard, banged him every which way. He likey. After a couple of cups of coffee this morning I started to feel excessively jittery, like I had too much energy. So no coffee tomorrow, think I might be getting enough stimulants with the Zoloft. Does it have stimulants? Today we packed the air conditioner away for the season. So no more rattling foam. Yea!

Tomorrow we're having a going away party for "R" who is moving to Australia to be with his bf. Lucky....At least we'll have a place to stay if we make it out there to visit. That is if there's any cash left after we finish the house, or if Scooby finds a steady job. I really envy how "R" has liquidated practically everything, wish I could do that. Even after the yard sale we still got too much shit.

Finally heard from all our friends from NOLA. All are safe, some are in northern Mississippi and Florida, most "were" in Houston. Wonder where they are now? Now that they're evacuating. I hope they can get NOLA back to some kind of normal, would like to go back down for the Holidays. But if that doesn't pan, maybe we'll take a few weeks off and take a road trip out to San Francisco in April instead of flying out for "D's" wedding. That way we can stop and visit Scooby's mommy out in Oklahoma.

Well that's about it, hope everyone has a fabulous weekend!

Singing and a dancing

I decided a little while ago that I should probably go back on Zoloft for awhile. My Doc had put me on it last year, but after a week or two I quit. It was making me too aloof feeling and at the time we were working on tall ladders and scaffolding on the house and I didn't feel safe, so I quit. This time I'm breaking the pills in half and only half dosing. I can actually say that I'm starting to feel pretty fucking good.

Today was my Thursday morning house cleaning job and I usually drag major ass while trying to clean. Today on the other hand I was singing and dancing my way through the cleaning, like I was in a fucking musical or something. I'm also finding that I'm alot more talkative. I should of started taking the dam things several weeks ago, probably could of avoided that whole little rocky episode.

I'm also going to participate in AIDS WALK MICHIGAN this year on Oct.1. I was a little reluctant to start out, cuz I'm horrible at asking people for money, but like I said I'm feeling pretty fuckin good! I haven't done any fundraising since I was a teenager and rollerskated for Muscular Dystrophy out in Tucson. The local HIV/AIDS organization has done so much for me and Scooby, its time I give back. Anyway if anyone would like to sponsor me and make a donation email me and I'll give ya my name and you can follow the link above.

I've also decided to cut back on the smoke and weekend drinking, or at least just stick to red wine. Think it will help clear my head and get back on track so I can get off the Zoloft and Xanax down the road.

Weekend recap

I went to track down my tattoo artist guy Friday only to find out that he moved to Florida, years ago. Dam.. But I hit some other tattoo places and found a hottie that does great work. Two things that are most important, a good artist, and sexy too. So I'm getting work done in a couple of weeks. YEA!

Friday was busy and fun, ended up at the Berg for drinks. The couple was there that had the after bar party last month, the one that I walked home from. Their like why'd you walk home? I lied and just apologized for being bipolar. Like I'm really gonna say, "cuz I got woke up when your bf and mine were fucking around". Knowing good and well they don't have an open relationship. I'm not into starting shit unless you back me in a corner. So I let it be.

Saturday I slept most of the day. In fact I slept more that day then I have in a week. Contemplated that I should quit drinking since it just elevates my hostility towards people who give me shit and push my buttons. Didn't do anything for the b-day, other than go and pig out on Chinese buffet. Yum! Don't think it's the age thing that's bothering me so much as it is that I'm going to be 40 next year and I haven't accomplished shit in my life. Other than having a roof over my head. I'm seriously suffering from job burnout, but what else is there for me too do? If you ever see me behind a counter asking "Do ya what fries with that"....please shoot me. Can a tattoo'd poz slut be a budist monk? I swear I'd give up sex if I could get out of having to have a job.

Today was my first day back after a four day weekend. Went down to the kitchen area at work to get something to drink and said a cheery "hello" to an semi familiar lady that I've only seen a couple of times. Who silently looked right through me and continued on like I wasn't even there. It's so nice to be back.....

39 Forever!

Gay Canadian X Party Boy and I share a birthday. This Sunday he turns 32, I on the other hand am turning 39. I DON'T WANNA TURN 40 NEXT YEAR! It could be worse though, my brother turned 59 this year. Anyway go over and wish him a happy birthday if ya get the chance.

I'm taking Friday and Monday off. YEA! I love 4 day weekends. Friday Scooby and I are planning to go and track down the guy that did some tattoo work on me 10-12 years ago. Being the vain person that I am, I want to have the backs of my calves done to hide the bald patches where the hair won't grow anymore. Don't know if I'm going to be able to have it done then or just discussed and then come back later.

After that we're planning to go hit the second hand shops in town. Then dinner at a restaurant that a friend of ours owns. Then its off to the Four Points Sheridan to a wine tasting that another friend of ours is hosting. If we're not all tired after the wine tasting we will probably go out to the Berg for a few more drinks.

Sunday all we have planned is to go out for Chinese buffet. Oh and drink. Oh well this is my last year in my 30's...sniff. Its been a dam good 9 years. Actually age has never really effected me much. I always program myself into thinking that I'm a year older so then when I have a birthday I'm the age that I've been thinking I was all year. Kinda silly, I know...but that's me.

Time out

I think I'm going to take a break in blogging for a while. I spent this morning printing all my best of entries with plans to just delete this blog, but have just decided to take a bit of a break and unscramble my brain.

I've lost all hope and faith for this country. My favorite city could possibly be in ruins. And most of all I think I lost my sense of humor. My anger is turning into depression. I work constantly to try and make ends meet, and I'm tired. Everyone is spending their summer at pool parties, playing and traveling and I spend mine working like a dog.

I've spent the last week arguing and defending New Orleans to simple minded people and I'm emotionally exhausted. I'm at my happiest when I'm in New Orleans, so my game plan is to eventually sell everything, go off my HIV meds, move down there and have fun till I drop dead of AIDS.

Past Southern Decadence pictures

Patriotic girls

Oops I have a schlong in my hose

Divine incarnate

Fish Head and friends

Diva's and Daddies

The Mansfield sister's

A bicycle built for two

Revenge of That Girl

 

President Bush says:
"This situation is totally unacceptable!"

But don't blame him, he's just running the country... poorly

In the past several years the Corp of Engineers have stressed the importance of a new levee system and revitalization of the coastal wet lands that protect the city of New Orleans, a city that sinks 3 feet every century.

The Bush administration has cut 10's of millions of dollars that funded this effort.

The cost for a completely new levee system... 18 Billion

The cost so far for the war in Iraq... 191 Billion and growing

If the levee's hadn't of broke most of these people would be home cleaning up after the Hurricane.

The flooding was NOT a natural disaster... It was an avoidable one.

Red Cross Donation link

Here's a link to donate to the Red Cross to help the victims of Hurricane Katrina. Every little bit helps. Please donate today!

Word from the French Quarter

I went to clean "L"s house this morning and as I was cleaning I kept seeing hints that "L" hadn't been there.
1. No money left to pay me for cleaning. Ok sometimes he forgets, no biggie.
2. I noticed that the lights were on in the living room. Ok he does that when he's on vacation.
3. His shaving kit that always sits next to his sink is not there.
4. His work ID badge is sitting in the kitchen.

Ok I thought, He and a group of friends went down to New Orleans for the weekend, but I just thought that they left before the hurricane hit.

Then I thought I should probably go and check the mailbox. If he was planning on being gone so long he'd of had his mail put on hold. Went out there and the mailbox was overflowing with a weeks worth of mail.

OH SHIT!

Called his cell and am told that due to the hurricane my call can not be connected.
I brought in his mail and finished cleaning and went home worrying all the way. Got home and tried to call again.

L: Hello
Me: "L"?
L: Yes
M: OMG are you down there, are you ok.
L: Yes we were stranded at the hotel. They've declared marshal law. Their evacuating us today, but the bus that was suppose to pick us up got commandeered. Now that were not at the Hotel I don't know how long my cell will hold out, now that I can't plug it in.
M: Is there anything I can do? Anyone I can call? Do you want me to call the post office and have your mail put on hold?
L: I've contacted all my family, but can you call "C" and tell her that "K" is ok. And yes go ahead and have my mail put on hold, I don't know when I'll be home.
M: Will do.
L: I gotta go, there are people with guns.
M: Um..Ok take care
L: bye
"click"

Now I'm really worried....

Day of prayer

I don't know what to say

I love New Orleans
this is so devastating
I worry for our friends down there
some who didn't have transportation to escape
I want to run down there
and start sand bagging those levee's myself.
the more I watch CNN
the sicker I get
the New Orleans National Guard
are in Baghdad....WTF!

Mmmm furrr

Colt model Pete Kuzak

Rule # 1 Nevr hury while using a power saaw

little ouchie 

Yesteday I was hurrying atound cutting and attadhing vinyl soffit to the house and my stupid finger got in the way. Luckily to cut vinyl siding the blade on thr saw has to be put on bsckwards orherwise it would of pulled my finger inro the saw and done alotr more damage. Plush the back side od the saw doesn't chew things up ass much so I got a nice clean "papercut looking" slice a pretty good ways into my finger.

got it cleanre up and stipped bleeding so no trip to get stitches. Took the day off work and this morings house cleaning job. Other wise going back to work tonight, don't think its going to open bakcv up. No pain today so I don't think i'll tsake a vicodin today, they made me feel all nife and gushy yestrday. kinda like it...

ALLWAYS TAKE ;YOUR TIMRE AND PAY ATTENTION WHILE USING PAWER SAWSS!!! OR SANY EQUIPMENT FORE THAT MATTER.

Note: I would hage used spell chunk but I thouft it waas kinda dunny this way.

Small sales, big zucchini and an Oompa Loompa

God it was nice having a 4 day weekend. I desperately needed it. I was planning on having my yard sale Friday and Saturday. Well....got up early Friday morning to cloudy weather. Weather channel said it was clear, so started to haul things out into the driveway. It did drizzle a little and was extremely windy but it all went well that day. Other than we only made about $35....Ouch! The fuckin neighbor borrowed a little table from me, put out a few things and ended up making about $100....bastard.

Saturday...rain, rain and more rain. No sale that day. That afternoon we went to my Dad's for his 86th birthday. Then after present opening, dinner, cake and ice cream Scooby and I headed to Mt. Pleasant to visit a friend of ours that just inherited his grandparents farm. Cool place, should have brought the camera cuz he has a cool old windmill out in the back yard that is in great condition. Dam when will I remember to keep the camera with me at ALL TIMES.

He also gave us the hugest zucchini that I've ever seen. The fucker was about 2 ft. long and amazingly thick. Of course I didn't take a pic of that either and the next day we ended up baking a cookie sheet full of it, stir frying another portion of it and I still probably have enough to make 3 or 4 loaves of zucchini bread also. From one zucchini!

Sunday morning was beautiful and we decided to open the yard sale again. Made another $30-$35 bucks so it wasn't a total waste of time. Then we had a BBQ that afternoon with steaks on the grill and baked and stir fried zucchini. Everyone thought they were eating eggplant...surprise its zucchini.

Then Monday we took the shit that we didn't sell from the sale to St. Vincent's to donate. Only one carload this sale thank God. In the past I've taken 2-3 carloads. Then we headed to the movie theatre and caught the first show of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" The movie was awesome other than I couldn't understand most of the words to the new songs that the Oompa Loompa sang. Note: that I said Oompa Loompa as singular cuz it was just one person. I guess Tim Burton either didn't have the budget to hire more little people or he was just too cheap. Other than that it was a great movie. Alot more detail on the characters than the original, which was a plus.

Anyway that was my busy/dull little weekend in a nutshell.

Purge, Purge, Purge

After months of gathering all of our useless crap that's been sitting around cluttering our house and lives for years, tomorrow we are going to have a yard sale. Got the tables set up this afternoon. The dining room is packed with boxes brimming with useless treasures. Everything is priced, I think I'm ready.

It rained today. So it better be fuckin sunny tomorrow, damit! It's probably good that I had a melt down last weekend, this way its less likely that the drama will hit the fan tomorrow.

Ahhh, purging makes me feel good...

Pit bulls kill and maim at Saginaw's childrens petting zoo

OMG! Here I was just saying that when I walked home last weekend that the only thing I was really afraid of was being attacked by dogs.

Less then a week later two pit bull's dug under the fence at the Childrens Petting Zoo in Saginaw and killed three animals and fucked up several other animals. It makes me sick to just think of it. The Zoo is a non-profit volunteer based zoo. Zoo workers managed to kill the one pit bull and the other was captured by animal control. The dog is going to be put down in four days if the owner doesn't claim the dog.

I highly doubt if the owner claims the dog. If he does I think they should make the asshole pay for all the damages. I'm sorry but people should not be able to own animals that kill for FUN.

Architectural series

The Bijou Theatre in its heyday, Bay City, MI. 

Built in 1908.

The Bijou (State) Theatre now 

Renovated in 1930 by C. Howard Crane a Detroit architect who was the nations leading designer of movie theaters. It then became the Bay Theater. In 1957 it was renamed the State Theatre.

Architectural rape at its best...

Drama, get some in your life

There's a sandwich place I go to most Friday nights to get my dinner and while I'm sitting there waiting I always check out this sticker on the side of their gumball machine that says "Drama, get some in your life!" It has the head of a woman on it probably fifties style, I would say. Anyway I always think to myself, who the fuck would WANT drama.

This weekend I got more than I cared for, thank you very much. I wasn't even sure whether or not to blog this week. I've been in a crappy, foul,angry, some what depressed mood as of late.

We went out to the "Berg" Friday after I got outta work. Things went well until we started to leave and our 1970 Caddy wouldn't start. I have a love/hate relationship with this car. So far I've got about $2,000 put into it and it keeps demanding more, more, more, more money. We get it started and stupidly decided to go to the after bar party that's a couple blocks away.

We really wanted to go, cuz this really hot French poz guy that I've had a crush on for the last 10 yrs. was gonna be there and he mentioned that he was interested in both of us. We go and its a small party about 8 of us all together including the two guys throwing the party. Besides the two hosts, us three poz guys, there are 3 other guys. One is "T" who's about my age. He was the "IT" guy back when we first came out. He was with his ex and the other guy I would guess to be his bf.

"T" and his ex are chatting with me and he starts in on his extreme displeasure with me about his ex getting gay bashed several years ago in front of my house during a Halloween party we were throwing.

First of all its not a gay bashing when your being hit by another gay person you fucking twits. The real story is the ex shows up to our Halloween party drunk as a skunk and starts stirring up shit. He called a Mexican girl a bitch and well that's all she fuckin wrote. Girl was pissed the rest of the evening and voiced it thoroughly. Her and her (1) gay and (1)straight friend ask ex to walk them outside to their car, and thats when they slap him up abit. They didn't even leave a mark on him and he slept with my bf later that evening. I'm sure ex told "T" he got gay bashed because he wanted sympathy from him. "Oooo feel sorry for me"

Fuck you both, and thanks for ruining my buzz.

So then I notice that Scooby is missing and so is Hot French Guy. I look and look through the house and finally run across them exchanging BJs in the bathroom. I suck on HFG cock for a moment but then its decided that we really should get back to party. dam. HFG has to work early in the morning so he leaves. Double dam.

Party ends we go to leave and Caddy won't start. Try jumping it but nothing. I start bitching and throwing a fit about the car and mention I want to sell the piece of shit and host "E" insults me by offering me 100. for it. Fuck off...

Hosts tell us that we can stay with them. Fine I guess we don't have a choice. They show us to the spare bedroom and we go to bed. I'm a light sleeper and wake up at the crack of dawn to hear someone whispering in the bedroom. It ends up being host "E" and then he proceeds to jack off my bf, gets him off then heads to work.

Ok I'm fuming now. Yes we have an open relationship. but we don't blatantly do shit right infront of each other, especially when one is sleeping in the same bed. And the hosts don't even have a open relationship. WTF... I'm so fucking mad now I can't get back to sleep. So I get up get dressed and contemplate what to do next. I decide to leave Scooby there and walk home.....15-18 miles.

First stop 7-11 to piss and grab some water for my trip. I walk and walk and walk, and walk......Through the ghetto of Saginaw no less. But I figure that its 10 am people don't get shot or killed at 10am. My worst fear was getting mauled by dogs. I walk past several abandon houses, General Motors, lots of dead animals. Walking, walking, walking. About 8 miles into my trip I'm starting to think this might have been a stupid idea cuz my feet and legs are killing me. But looking forward to getting to the park on the way home cuz it can be cruisy.

A couple more miles and this girl stops and picks me up. She's just made a "pill" run to Saginaw. "Can't work without the vicodin", she says. Also mentions that she really shouldn't be driving since her license is revolked and there is a warrant out for her arrest. GREAT! Anyway she turns out to be nice. Invites me to come down to the bar she works at sometime, says that I could get tattoo'd and pierced right at the bar. Don't think so. She drops me off at her place and I walk the rest of the way home, its about 1pm by the time I get home.

By the time I get home I'm fed up with everything. Smalltown gay assholes, being poz, my exhausting thankless manual labor job, my money pit of a house and car, my unemployed bf, everything... So then I half heartedly think I should just tie a bag around my head and let the bf find me dead on the couch. I don't do it of course, but I can't help entertaining little dramatic scenarios in my head from time to time. And besides it'll never happen cuz no one would be able to collect any of the life insurance.

Drama, get some in your life!

Calling Peggy Gravel

I read Joe's post on his old answering machine message and it reminded me of mine. It wasn't vulgar like Joe's but it was funny.

About 8 years ago

Phone rings...

HELLO....WHAT NUMBER ARE YOU CALLING? YOU'VE DIALED THE WRONG NUMBER! SORRY...WHAT GOOD IS THAT... HOW CAN YOU EVER REPAY THE 30 SECONDS YOU'VE STOLEN FROM MY LIFE...


Beep...


I got it from John Waters movie "Desperate Living". It was in the beginning of the film when Peggy Gravel (played by Mink Stole) was in the process of having her nervous breakdown.

I loved it! and so did everyone else. Wrong numbers would call back just to hear it again. They'd tell their friends, and then they would call. Most of my messages would be unknown people laughing their asses off. It was a riot.

But I had to retire Peggy once Scooby moved in. He didn't think his mother would understand. Plus it's not really a great first impression to make when mommy inlaw calls for the first time and gets the answering machine....

Viral load and T Cell counts

Went for my quarterly follow up at the Doctors today.

Viral load still undetectable (9 yrs. and counting)
T cell count 811

So far so good. Normally I don't remember the T cell count after the Doctor tells me. So I'm going to start posting it here. This way I can keep track of it.

Weird and bizarre dreams

My dreams lately are becoming vividly weird.

Last night I dreamed...

I was enslaved on a ship
or was it in a large warehouse.
Everything was steel,
lots of corridors

Their was about a dozen of us men.
All dressed the same.
large black patent leather pumps and old fashion stockings
with garter belts to keep them up.

The garters didn't work.
I had to keep pulling the stockings up.
We hated them
but "The Man" made us wear them.

We weren't naked
can't remember what else we were wearing
too busy hating the shoe and leg wear
something skimpy I think

We were patrolling the corridors
for what, I don't know
More slaves or concubines?
I suppose

The one that had been there the longest said
He had to fuck "The Man" last night
said it was messy
dirty, shitty, messy...



What the fuck is that all about?
Weird and fucked up,
but never a dull moment..
It was like "Rocky Horror" goes to the bathhouse...

Jonathon Caouette 

This is a teenage picture of Jonathan Caouette he has a documenary out on his life called "Tarnation". It was backed by Gus Van Zant and John Cameron Mitchel (creator of Headwig and the Angry Inch). I recently discovered online that Jonathon did his documenty on a mear $187. See below for further info. on the film.

Tarnation by Jonathon Caouette

I saw this movie/documentary twice this week and it brought me to tears. Everything goes to hell in the late 60's/early 1970's when Jonathon's mom falls off the roof of her parents home and becomes temporarily paralized. Her parents start to think she's faking and a neighborhood friend convinces them that she needs shock therapy so they send her off to get shock treatments, twice a week for 2 years! His mom was never the same again. Growing up gay with a mentally ill mother, I'd just like to give Jonathon a big long hug. It's a beautiful yet disturbing film.

Synopsis

TARNATION is thirty-one year old director Jonathan Caouette’s inspiring documentary self-portrait, chronicling his chaotic upbringing in a dysfunctional Texas family and the unexpected relationship that develops with his mentally-ill mother Renee.

The film begins with the early history of Caouette’s family. His grandparents, Adolph and Rosemary, were married in 1951 and experienced a middle-class life in a Houston suburb. But their idyllic early years quickly disintegrate after they opt to incarcerate their beauty-queen daughter Renee, who undergoes shock therapy after a suspected mental condition is diagnosed. Renee¹s personality is severely compromised after two years of treatment, resulting in a tortured life of mental illness, physical abuse, and a seemingly endless series of hospitalizations. Her saving grace arrives in the form of her son,

Jonathan, born in 1972.

As Jonathan grows up on camera over a two-decade span, he forges an unbreakable, often heartbreaking bond with Renee, discovering along the way his own personal difficulty - depersonalization, an affliction involving feelings of detachment from one¹s own body or thoughts. Using filmmaking and self-documentation as a means of escape and salvation, Jonathan eludes his harsh existence through the safe, controlled world of cinema and make-believe. He becomes enthralled with underground movies, musical theatre and alternative gay culture, and yearns for the day when he can escape Texas and make a life of his own. As a young adult Jonathan migrates to New York City and finds a secure, loving home with boyfriend David Sanin Paz. His relationship with Renee grows even deeper after a lithium overdose requires sacrifice, compassion and an outpouring of love.

Included in TARNATION are fragments from Caouette’s personal collection of photographs, home movies, audio recordings, video diaries, answering machine messages, Hollywood movie clips, pop music samples and excerpts from his own short films. While undeniably a documentary at heart, TARNATION mines a greater terrain, serving up a history of late twentieth century popular culture and family life that plays out like a collective fever dream. Caouette’s devastating yet hopeful vision becomes a haunting and beautiful examination of the restless soul of America.

Motorcycle daddies

one of many... 

This weekend was "Biker Blast" down at the park behind the house. There were so fucking many hot bikers driving past the house this weekend, I was beside myself. This is the only decent pic I got cuz...well...I don't live with my camera around my neck...I guess I need too. They better have this event again next year. I liked it...

fur + sweat = me 

 

Under pressure

Got home from work last night a little after midnight and noticed that Jimmy's bike was in the driveway again. Jimmy has been spending alot of time over lately since he lost his job. Secretly it's beginning to wear on my nerves and sadly it wouldn't as much if he would start taking his Lithium again. When he's not on his meds he's extremely figety, hyper active, talks a mile a minute and chain smokes. He's like a combination of "Reefer Madness" and "Cocaine fiends" all rolled into one. Needless to say I can only take small doses of Jimmy.

Anyway got I home and the first I hear is "We're drunk", don't blame Scooby, its' my fault, I had a bad day." My first "thought" was, "Do you ever have a good day?", but I held my tongue. I had been out running around and working since 10:30am and really wasn't in the mood to deal with these guys drunk. First I just went and laid down on our bed. Then I decided, "Fuck it' I'm going out." So I put my shoes back on and walked out without saying a word to them.

I first thought of just hitting some local straight bar, but then decided to head to the "Berg" for a small pitcher. I got there and the place was dead. With only one car in the parking lot, I wasn't even sure they were open. I walk up to the door and sure enough they were open, thank god. It was only the bartender and one other guy whom I recognized as PJ. PJ was in a severely depressed mood, playin sad songs on the juke box and on the verge of crying in his beer.

Needless to say the bartender was very happy to see me. I ordered a small pitcher of beer and then the bartender ask me if I wanted to go out back and have a smoke. Once we got back in I asked PJ how he was doing, "Alive" he responds. I then started to try and get him outta his down spirits. Within no time I had him laughing and we started joking around and flirting with each other. He asked me to take off my shirt and I told him I would if he'd play happy music on the juke box. I then called Scooby to let him know where I was and that I'd be home soon, and that I wasn't mad, I just needed some "me" time.

Then Trip walked in and ordered a beer. PJ now in better spirits said a greeting to Trip and Trip snubbed him with the silent treatment. I've noticed in the past that Trip can be just plain mean and hateful with people he don't care for. I then figured ok Trip doesn't like PJ.

This kind of attitude is a real turn off for me and is one of the reasons I don't go out much. Alot of people around here suffer from what I like to call "Dynasty syndrome", it's when they've watched too much Dynasty and want to be just like the characters, always bickering arguing and hating each other. Life is too short for that bullshit.

Then PJ asked Trip, "Don't you think Mike should take off his shirt?" And Trip came back with some kind of lecture which I soon blocked out cuz I knew that it was heading toward hateful. So I turned to PJ and lifted my shirt giving him a nice long shot of my furry chest and belly. Trip immediately said, "This beer's warm, I'm leaving", we then bid goodbye to Trip and his attitude.

PJ and I then got closer looks at our mutually hairy chests and got a quick fondle of each others equipment. He then said he was glad that I came in, cuz he was in alot better mood now. Which brightened my night also. I left shortly after to head home. On the way home "Under Pressure" by Queen came on the radio which of course made me happily sing out loud.

Sexy, at the car wash

Last Friday I got my car washed at this automatic car wash down the street from where I work. I pulled up and paid and got a dash wipe and started cleaning the inside of my car as my car went through. At the end there was a cute young guy with a shaved head in a uniform that said "Quality Control". He was hand drying the cars before they left. As he stood infront of my car, drying off the hood, he made eye contact with me and waved real slowly. I was preoccupied still wiping the dust and shit outta all the nooks and crannies of the inside of my car. I figured that he waved to make sure I saw him and didn't hit him as I was leaving. But then he waved a couple of more times as he circled my car in that same slow manner.

Was he hitting on me? and was I just too dense to realize it.

I do have a rainbow stripe sticker on the back window of my car.

He's still on my mind.

I think I'm going to go back next Friday.

Should I slip him my email address in with a tip?

I think I should...

Trapped

Music started blaring behind the house around 10am Saturday morning. Music would play for about a minute then stop mid song. Then a few minutes later it would start up again and do the same thing. It got quite annoying. Later that day they started having different bands play. We took a bike ride down to the park to see what was up for awhile. We were sitting around later that evening when we started to hear The Beach Boys start playing. It turned out to be a very loud day, to the point we said well I guess not many people can say, "I wish The Beach Boys would keep it down, I can barely hear the television".

We went bar hopping later that night. Rode with some friends down to Flint which is about 35-40 miles south of us. Started out at the Pachyderm. It was Scooby and I's first time there, it was really nice. They have an excellent patio area and large too. The waiter had his shirt all unbuttoned and I had an excellent eye level view of his treasure trail when he came up to our table.

We then headed to another Flint bar, The Triangle. It also had a nice crowd with alot a young'uns dancing their asses off. We stayed for a few drinks then headed back to Saginaw to the "Berg" for last call, getting there just in time. We sat out on the patio and drank our last beers of the night and chatted with friends until they started herding us out.

Scooby and Luthor went to the two person mens bathroom to piss before we left. I had to go also and decided since there were no women in the bar that I'd just use their little bathroom. Well I got done doing my business and went to walk outta the bathroom and the door wouldn't open. I rattled it back and forth and shook the handle...nothing. Then I tried to use my insurance card to open it...nothing. It seems that the metal tongue thingy that is in the door that sticks in the door jam too keep it shut broke off and got stuck. So then I decided it was time to call for help. I shook the door again and called for help and then I see someone else's plastic card coming through the door...nothing.

I yell through the door that, "The thingy broke off" and I hear from the other side, "THE THINGY BROKE OFF?" and a roar of laughter. After poking it from both sides we finally got it in a position that we could yank on the door and it finally flew open. I then vowed never to go into the women's bathroom again. We all chuckled about the whole ordeal and then headed home.

My life as a janitor.

God what a week. It started out fun (See the last post), but I forgot that I was planning on scrubbing and waxing the floors at work. What a fuckin chore. After all the sweaty manual labor and hard work I just know that they will probably get a big shipment or something or another and scratch the hell outta my spanky, shiney floors.

Nine times outta ten this happens.

I scrubbed the ceramic tile floors in the bathrooms this week also and of course someone stepped in tar and ground it into my pretty clean floors. It took alot of elbow grease to get that shit up.

One time when I was helping out in another building we spent days scrubbing and waxing the hallways only to have a professor push a file cabinet from his old office to his new office, leaving scratches on half the floors. Ok, when this happens there is no easy fix. The entire hallway has to be rescrubbed and waxed.

Another time I was waxing the stairs and taped it off and left a note saying, "Wet Wax, Do not enter." Well some fucker tore down the tape and walked up the stairs, fucking up everything that I've been doing. Note: you can't get footprints out of wax, it has to be rescrubed and rewaxed.

I can spend days cleaning carpets and after I'm done, the very next day someone will drop an entire big gulp of sticky gooey soda onto/into the carpet.

All I can say is why, why, why, why, WHY? Why is it that smart people can be so dumb, or maybe just fucking hatefull, but probably it's just that they're gracefully challeged like the rest of us. I don't know and I don't care, as long as I take my Xanax or Marinol, that is.

Prescription drugs are a nessesity with this job, especially if your health insurance doesn't cover lobotomies.

3 by 3

Even though Monday was my first day back to work after vacation it started out with a bang. Woke up and sucked a load outta the bf. Then worked around the house for awhile. Decided to give "L" a call, he's this guy that I use to hook up with once or twice a month to blow before the bf more or less got layed off. He used to come over when the bf was at work and I'd spit shine his knob and he'd repay me by drowning the fuck outta me, man can this guy cum. Anyway, we decided that the three of us would play together. He came over and I knelt infront of "L" and my man and they took turns pounding my mouth with their rock hard cocks. I was in hog heaven taking care of these two guys one after the other, both at the same time, ect.. My man shot first filling my throat with his hot seed and "L" followed suit moments later, giving me the much needed protein that I was craving. Three loads by 3pm, not a bad way to start the week.

I haven't had anytime to catch up reading everyones blogs. I normally blog read/write/comment at work but with a new boss, I gotta kinda keep computer time down to a minimum. I could set time aside at home after our driveway is completed, but until then I've gotta keep the phone line free waiting for them to call to tell us when their gonna apply the asphalt. It's suppose to be finished this week, but considering we we're strung along for a month and 1/2 before they even got started, I'm kinda in limbo.

Anyway hope to at least be able to post once or twice a week.

Oh no you didn't!

This last Thursday was my first time to go back and clean at Luthor's place since Jonny died. It felt kinda wierd not having him there. But as I was dusting the livingroom I came across a small cardboard box with Jonny's full name on it and noticed it was from the Crematory. So instead of cleaning his ashtrays and dusting around him as he slept in bed, I'm still gonna be dusting around him, just his ashes instead.....kinda weird. I mentioned this to someone this weekend and they replied, "Oh no you didn't!" (just say that, that is).

Here's a poem that was read at his memorial service.

A Poem for Lips (Jonny)

You were here it seems for much to short a time
But while you were here, did you every shine!
A candle that burned out much to soon
But while you burned you brightened every room.

"Could I possibly have another one over here?
Run me a tab, he'll pay for it dear."
Don't drink to much, you'll fall off of that stool
Just pick him back up, everything will be cool.

But if you were in trouble, just give him a shout
And whatever the hole, he'd help pull you out.
You might argue and curse and fuss and complain
He still opend his door, "Come in out of the rain"

Yes we'll miss you dear friend, you were one of a kind
But you kept GOd in you heart, so you'll do just fine.
No more trials or pain, no disease no more hurt,
Until we see you again, SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT!

Hostess with the mostest on the ball

Our fireworks party on the 3rd was a huge success. We had over 50 people show up and a great time was had by all. Heard on the radio that the city was expecting around 350,000 people to show up to see the fireworks here in Bay City. I believe it, since traffic didn't calm down till around 2am. I was very accomadating to the sexy furry man who stuck his hand down my shorts, I was the hostess after all... I felt I did a very good job circulating and socializing considering that normally I'm a social retard. The food was a hit and everything was gobbled up. Only had about a gallon of drinks left from our 15 gal. drink machine.

Working on the house this week on my vacation. Woo Hoo! Also just found out that work just hired a past employee to come back and be our manager. The guy is a complete A-hole and social psychopath who used to harrass me in the past, for no other reason than I guess he hates homo's. Looks like work might become a little interesting. Can someone file a restraining order against their boss? Hopefully I won't have to see...

Warm fuzzies to Jonny

God it was about 10 yrs ago that I met Jonny. He was sitting at the bar of the "Berg" with his friend Jaime, drinking his Southern Comfort and coke and smoken a Virginia Slim. He was a sassy little queen, the kind that makes me a bit uneasy and a little intimidated of. He was a southern belle that called everyone "Missy". I never new of him working, but I think he did cut hair at one time. He grew up in the south to a wealthy family with servants. Jonny would probably be considered "a lady of leisure".

He told me one time that as Luthor was getting ready to go to work he told Jonny, "The house is going to be cleaned today" and Jonny responded back, "Oh great I can't wait to meet them". And then Luthor pointed into the mirror at Jonny and said ,"you already have". Jonny then said, "Oh NO, Missy, I'm NOT cleaning this house".

I started cleaning for them soon after we met. Luthor organized vacation trips on the side so we agreed that I'd clean their house in exchange for a trip down to New Orleans for Southern Decadence . One Southern Decadence we ran into Jonny at a bar on Rampart. He was drunk and probably outta money cuz the first words outta his mouth was, "Hi sweetie, BUY ME A DRINK!". After I bought him a couple of drinks, Scooby and I decided to high tail it outta there since we were on a tight budget and couldn't afford to keep Jonny going on Southern and coke all evening. Before we left Jonny had turned to the man next to him and said, "Buy me a drink! and give me 5 dollars!" and sure enough the man did.

Once when Luthor made Jonny mow the grass, he purposely hit the cement curb and broke the lawn mower so he wouldn't have to mow again. Luthor eventually hired a lawn service. The first lawn service guy they had always mowed the day I cleaned. He either wore boxers or no underware at all cuz his large cock would flop back and forth from one thigh to the other as he walked behind his mower. All the while Jonny and I would run from window to window not wanting to miss a flop.

I'd clean house while Jonny would sit in the living room and smoke his Virginia Slims and watch television. I think I mention before that we found out we were HIV+ around the same time. Jonny could never take the side effects of the medications. He tried them all but nothing worked for him.

One time when we were at a summer outdoor house party someone asked Jonny if he wanted to play volley ball. Jonny responded, "Oh no, Missy, I don't do sports". Then Scooby and I suggested that he could play with a purse with a brick in it, and hit the ball with that. He loved that suggestion.

He would always say, "Warm Fuzzies" when he wanted you to know that he loved ya.

and "Squirt, Squirt, Squirt" when he was talking about sex.

When someone would either invade his space or get in his face he'd yell, "GET OFF MY DRESS, MARY!"

When we first met I was intimidated by Jonny and I didn't think we would be friends. But the few hours we spent every week together chatting while I cleaned their house changed all that.

And I found a friend where I wasn't looking.

Scooby paged me tonight at work to let me know that Jonny died this afternoon. I was suppose to clean house tomorrow, but I just don't think I can do it through my tears. God I wish I could quit crying...


I'm going to be on vacation next week and don't know if I'll be blogging or not. Hope everyone has a nice Independence Day.

I totally missed my anniversary date

Hey as of last Saturday I've been blogging for a year. WaaHoo!

A good kinda kidnapped

OMG, I've been so busy. Trying to get ready for our crazy independence day party, which is on Sunday this year. If anybody reading this is going to be in the area and want to come let me know and I'll give you directions. Just trying to get all the decorations up/ stuff that could get stolen, packed away/ shopping for food/ cleaning up the accumulated piles of Scooby's crap that is overflowing everywhere, ect. It's fucking madness, I tell you, MADNESS! We were going to start doing all this shit last weekend, but we kinda got kidnapped by our new friend "K".

Actually "K" isn't really a "new" friend, he worked at the local bar along time ago, then moved away and now is back. He's got a fucking great upbeat personality, which is really what we needed considering most of our friends are manic depressive. Anyway "K" stopped by last weekend and talked us into going over to the Arlington Hotel which is an old straight bar down the street that we've been wanting to check out. It was early afternoon and only the little pub part of the bar was open. We wanted a pitcher of beer, but they only had Milwaukee's Best, we said what the hell. Their draft beer wasn't all that cold so we choked that down and then headed down the street to Steamers another straight bar/restaurant. Had a nice ice cold pitcher of beer with frosted glass's there plus some eye candy. YUM!

Drinky Drinky Happy Happy

After that we headed to ST. Stan's annual Polish Festival. Ogled over all the studly mancandy, ate one of those doughy elephant ear thingys and headed to the beer tent. Drank a couple of pitchers there and watched more hot men polka. Then we finally called it a night and "K" crashed on our couch.

The next morning I made the guys breakfast and then we went out flea marketing. Went to Normans which is kind of a discount store and bought Scooby and I some new swimming trucks and a new pair of sandals. Sometime that afternoon we ended up at Mulligans Pub for another pitcher.

Drinky Drinky Happy Happy

Then the next night we went out to the bar to hand out more invites but didn't plan on staying long. "K" was there so we played some pool and drank some more pitchers. Ended up closing the bar... We ran into some friends that live around the corner from the bar and they invited us over for a few cocktails. We went, had a few more drinks and ended up playing cards till 5:30am. Had a great time...but Ugh.. five fuckin thirty am!

I feel like I drank the world.... and now I have to dry out to get ready for the party this weekend.

On the downside...

I had such a great weekend but I feel bad about it cuz Jonny isn't doing well. The first time I cleaned over at Jonny and Luthor's after Jonny's return/faisco in New Orleans he was in the hospital. Luthor left me a note saying that he'd be home the next day. The next week when I entered the house to clean I noticed the wheel chair and hospital bed sitting in the living room...empty but waiting. I also noticed the Visiting Nurses schedule on the kitchen counter. Jonny was sleeping upstairs as normal but "R" was there sitting with him. The trip must of really taken its toll on him. I'm still shocked and scared at how fast he's declining. After I got done cleaning I told "R" to tell Luthor that if there was anything I could do, to let me know. Then I left and cried on the way home.

Yes? No? maybe so...

I mentioned before that I was thinking of changing the name of my blog cuz, well, "From the Banks of the Dirty Titt" was kinda long. So what do ya think?

One of my exboyfriends used to call me "babydaddy" when we were together and when I occasionally see him he still calls me this. So I figured I'd throw it out there and see what ya all think.

Update: I've also been thinking of the name "Blurt" ...Hello I'm Mike and I'm a habitual blurter. Shit flys outta my mouth without my brain having any say at all.

I warned ya that I'm indecisive...but I'm leaning more towards "Blurt".

Serena on Bewitched was the bomb!

I just read 10 tired TV cliches by Larry Carroll and well I think he's wrong on a few of them. I loved Samantha's kooky cousin Serena on Bewitched, Phoebe's bitchy sister Ursula on "Friends"/"Mad about You" ect., and cousin Ophelia on "The Addams family", and so on.

I also liked the characters that you here about but never see: Norm's wife Vera on "Cheers" and Niles wife Maris on "Frasier". I thought it was cute.

And I also like characters that are sassy to their bosses. It makes us working force think ha ha wish I could say that to the boss.

Other wise I agree with the rest of the shit he was ranting about.

I'll tell ya whats tired...Most of reality television shows. The only reason that Hollywood started doing reality television is because the writers went on strike and instead of negotiating with them they came up with these stupid reality shows which needs no writers. But I guess this way they can give alot more people their "fifteen minutes of fame"....Next..... I still feel for the writers, we all gotta make a living.

Granted I work evenings so I don't see much if any evening television. But shows like "The Bachelore/Bachelorette, Who wants to marry a Millionaire" and shit like that doesn't interest me AT ALL. In fact I think I would rather dry heave for an hour than watch shit like that.

Thats all I'm sayin...

weekend review

We went out to the bar after I got out of work Friday night. The parking lot was packed, but when we entered we found that 75% of the people there were lesbians. Being around so many lesbians made me retreat into my shell. Lesbians don't get me, and it seems whatever I say always gets misinterpreted and I end up pissing some one off. So I kept my mouth shut most of the night and chatted with friends on the back patio while Scooby handed out party invites. I must come across as being stuck up, when in fact I'm just freaking out on the inside. I know I'd be better if I'd just take Marinol and Xanax instead of alcohol and smoke, but I like to drink dammit. I'm finding that Marinol really relaxes and motivates me, where its smokable sister taken in large quantities makes me stupid to the point that sometimes its hard for me to put sentences together.

Made the mistake of selling some stuff in Saturdays paper in the freebie adds. The calls started at 6:30am Saturday morning...Ugh..... Did sell my old boxsprings and mattress though. It was gone before Scooby even got outta bed.

Spent Saturday working around the yard. Scrubbed the mold off the brick patio, finally planted some flowers in a few pots, and got my shed reorganized with some cement block and wood shelves. Also got my 1970 Cadillac's tires pumped up, fluids checked and got it started up and running. Really wanted to get it on the road before this, but I'm still waiting for the driveway to be paved before I pull it outta the back yard.

Saturday night was spent having a bon fire and partying with the neighbors in the back yard. They brought over fireworks and beer. We had a blast...you might say.

Then Sunday took my dad out for lunch. Took my cemetery pics but I'm not really happy with them, it was just too bright. I guess since the sun hadn't been out in so long it had some catching up to do. I also battled my hangover from the night before.

Then today I pulled weeds in the front yard cuz they were taking over. Then finally applied some new fresh mulch.

Anyway that was my boring little weekend in a nutshell...

Rain

No this isn't a review of that old Joan Crawford film. I'm actually talking about the weather. God it seems like its been raining, cloudy and overcast for fifteen million years. It's rained so much lately that the air itself smells moldy and mildewy. I think we might of had some sun a week or so ago, I don't remember. I'm not complaining though, at least we don't have to run the air conditioner. Actually put a blanket back on the bed the other night cuz of the chilliness.

Been trying to put the house together for out annual independence day party. This year it's going to be Sunday the 3rd of July since that's going to be the big finally night. Bay City always has a big 4th of July celebration with 3 nights of fireworks. We live so close that you can view them from the front porch. Scooby and I are planning to go down to the Berg tonight to hand out invites. Hoping to have a good turn out. I bought a bunch of new decorations from Oriental Trading this year. Actually this is the first time I've bought decorations. Through out the years people have brought us decorations but they're starting to get worn so I figured that I might as well splurge and buy some new stuff.

This Sunday is Fathers day. I went to Rite Aid to buy my father a card, man how pathetic that was. They had Fathers day cards from your dog and/or cat, from wife, daughter and ones for grandfathers, but very little variety for a son to give to his father. They had alot of cards for the beer drinking father but nothing the for the crabby, grouchy old man father. I finally found one, but I don't remember what it says now. I threw it in the glove box of my car so I wouldn't loose it.

Scooby and I are going over Sunday to take my dad out for lunch. I'm hoping that the weather gets better by then cuz I wanna stop by the cemetery before we get to dads so Scooby can take a pic of me laying/posing infront of my tombstone. How warped is that!

Local man beats girlfriend with bible

Some guy beat his girlfriends face in with a bible back in October in Saginaw, MI. The case is in court now and he's pleading no contest. Apparently the arguement started over letting their child go trick or treating. Now thats fucked up.

The complete story

Microwave etiquette

What is it with office people who insist on blowing their food up in the microwave at work. I always make sure that they have plenty of paper towels to cover their food and have even posted a small note on the microwave saying "To prevent splatters PLEASE cover your food with the provided paper towels". But do you think they do...NO. Yes I am the cleaning person but I don't feel its my job to clean the inside of the microwave. You would think that they would want to be courteous to the next person who is going to use it. But no, they blow their food up and then it continues to get baked on throughout the day.

I made the mistake in my last building of cleaning the microwave and it started getting worse and worse till they were blowing shit up everyfuckinday. Sorry I just don't have the time to scrub the dam thing out on a daily basis.

A couple of weeks ago I open the microwave up and it looked as if someone had either had a diarrhea blowout or projectile vomited into the dam thing. There was brown shit covering the entire inside, it was so fuckin gross.

Signs I'd like to post on the micro but really shouldn't:

1. Your responsible for the mess you make in the microwave.

2. Your mom doesn't work here so if you make a mess... Clean it up!

3. Don't make me use the toilet brush to clean this thing!

If I start cleaning the microwave... what's next...making me wipe their ass's after they take a shit...

This weeks review

Last Saturday we finally moved back out onto the back sunporch after spending the winter living in the dining room. After a week of weather in the 80's we decided it was time. It's so nice to have more living space and not be on top of each other, (other than when doing the nasty that is). After the Sunday morning drama, that afternoon we went to the first of 3 summer antique festivals that Midland has at their fairgrounds. Didn't find anything of interest other than the carnival food. Had an elephant ear and a strawberry slushy type drink. YUM! Gotta love the carnival food..

We were only there for 2 hours when they started closing down due to an upcoming severe storm blowing our way. We grabs some alcohol and went back to a friends place. Just finished my first 40 oz. beer when the winds really picked up and it started downpouring. Thurston got concerned about his portable canvas garage type thingy he has in the back yard covering "The Larry Lee". That's his 1967 Slick Craft 5 seater boat. Anyway we ran over there to see if it blew away. It didn't so we tied it to his boat so we didn't have to worry about it. Then went inside and continued drinking. Finished my second 40 oz. beer and should have quit. But NOoooo I then had a few shots of whisky and after that I blacked out.

Found out the next day that I had a few more shots of whisky and peach schnapps. Scooby drove me home Thurston came over also, since his house was still without power because of the storm. We rarely loose power cuz we are wired up with the draw bridge. When they got me back home I passed out on the floor of the back porch. Scooby and Thurston got me situated on the couch and went off to their own devises. Watching porn and screwing I would guess since I found an ashtray and lube outta place in the bedroom.

The weather was been beautiful other than the sporadic rain storms that make for a humid time afterward. Otherwise it's been in the 80's most of the week and I've been loving it. Spent a few hours with my family picnicking before I had to work today. The picnic ended early because of a thunderstorm. Last night going home we had the best lightning storm. Big ass bolts that looks like they hit ground at every snap. God I love lightening storms and heavy rain storms, thats as long as I don't have to go out in it. The lightening storms that is, the heavy rain storms I like to go out in, in fact would really like to have sex outside in a rain storm sometime.

Anyway thats about all that happened this week. Hope to maybe go out on The Larry Lee this weekend out on Saginaw Bay and maybe go swimming.

Sunday Morning Drama Theatre part 2

Things are only getting worse.

I got a hold of Luthor Monday night. He hasn't heard from Jonny and is really worried, I could tell from his voice. Scooby gave him the # to the hospital. Apparently Jonny never made it to the Hotel. Never got his luggage. Lost his wallet which had all his money and phone #'s in it. Got picked up by the cops on a misdemeanor for something and was taken to the hospital to be checked out. Thats when the they called me. The cops dropped the charges, and the hospital put him in a cab and sent him to a shelter. He never showed up to the shelter and hasn't been seen since.

The police told Luthor he couldn't file a missing person report because 1.) he (Luthor that is) is not in New Orleans and 2.) not a relative. So he's getting in touch with Jonny's sister and gonna go from there. God I'm worried sick. I don't fuckin understand why the hospital sent him to a shelter. I fuckin told them what hotel he was staying at.

It's all so fucked up...

UPDATE: After I got off the phone with Luthor, Jonny called him. He finally found/made it to the hotel. Luthor got everthing arranged and he's flying home today.
What a fuckin relief!

Sunday Morning Drama Theatre

Sunday morning around 10am the phone rings.


Me: Hello

Other person: Hello is this Mike ____?

Me: Yes

OP: This is nurse _____ at ______ Hospital in New Orleans, we have a Jonny _____ here do you know him?

Me: Yes, I clean house for them.

(Nurse talks excitedly to possible other nurse)He knows him! He's his house keeper.

Nurse: Would you be able to tell us why he is so disoriented? Your the only person he can remember a name and # for. He doesn't even know where he's staying down here.

Me: Well he's HIV, I can't say for sure but he's possibly in the AIDS stage. He always stays at the Monteleone Hotel on Royal St..

Nurse: HIV, AIDS, Monteleone Hotel..ok We're just trying to get him back home. Do you know if he is here with anyone? Is there anything else you can tell me about his health?

Me: I think he went down by himself. and yes he's been having occasional seizures for about 6 months and he sleeps alot.

Nurse: (surprised) By himself? Seizures for last 6 mo., sleeps alot, ok. Do you know a Luthor _____?

Me: Yes thats his boy friend.

Nurse: Where is he at? Do you have his cell phone #?

Me: He's in Chicago this weekend, they took separate vacations, and no I don't have a cell phone # for him. I don't even know were he's staying in Chicago.

Nurse:(surprised) separate vacations?

Me: Yes. We have the same HIV/AIDS case worker you might be able to contact him, his name and # is ______. He might have Luthor's cell #.

Nurse: (Happy, excited)A case worker! Oh your just full of information. Thank you so much. Does he have any family?

Me: Yes, I think his parents live in (southern state).

(in background) Nurse asking Jonny, "Do your parents live in _____. Jonny responding.
Nurse: Ok we have a town and state for his parents. Thank you so much. If we hit dead ends with these leads, I'll be calling you back.

Me: ok


I immediately started calling around trying to find anyone with Luthors #. No such luck. The whole ordeal made me want to cry. I only see Jonny once a week when I go over to clean and lately he sleeps the whole time I'm there. When he is awake he's normally in a really agitated mood. Last year when they went to New Orleans Jonny ended up not leaving his hotel room because his legs wouldn't work. I can't believe he went down there by himself. Jonny and I found out about our HIV status around the same time. Unfortunately the hiv meds have never worked for him and he's been slowly deteriorating every since.

I'm mad and sad about the whole thing. Today I called Luthor and Jonny's house and got the machine and left a message to see if they made it home ok. I also got a hold of our case worker and he hadn't been contacted by anyone. I don't know what's going on and it's driving me crazy. I hope Jonny is ok.

I've been noticing with myself that I've had problems with my own memory lately. And I've gotten lost once driving a route that I've taken a million times. Not to mention that I recently took a newspaper quiz about altziemers and I answered yes to every question. So this is really hitting me. I made Scooby promise that he'd never let me travel by myself if I get as bad as Jonny.

State Lanes Bowling Alley

State Lanes, Saginaw, MI 

I drive by the State Lanes bowling alley every Thursday and finally took a pic of their sign. Don't know much about the place, just thought the sign was cool.

Dawn Donuts

Dawn Donuts, Saginaw, MI 

Here's a pic of an old local donut shop Dawn Donuts. When I was a kid this was the place to get donuts. There were several locations in the tri-city area but I believe there are only two or three left. Slowly being pushed aside by "Dunkin Donuts" but Dunkin is going to have a run for their money cuz I hear we might be getting a "Krispy Kreme". Nothing beats the Dawn Donuts sign though, I loved the little baker dude. They don't make classic signs like this anymore.

Where the wild things are

Got to work today and decided to go out and pick up trash around my building and look for the kitty that's been hanging around outside. I first saw her a few weeks ago, very friendly for a stray, came right up to me and demanded to have her head scratched. I of course complied and gave her a full kitty massage, which she loved. Then she disappeared and didn't see her again till last night. She was a little bit bigger and when I was petting her I notice that she must be pregnate now since her nipples were getting huge. I couldn't find anything to feed her, but I did give her some water. I did end up breaking up a cookie for her but she wasn't interested in that. All she wanted was her head scratched again, and again I complied. Today I brought a can of cat food with me, just hope she comes back again.

Anyway while I was walking around the building picking up trash. I noticed that the people that live behind our building were out in the front yard feeding one of the wild turkeys that are in the area. I look a little closer and notice that there is another one sitting ontop of their minivan. Since the one chased me last month I decided not to get to close and just go about my business picking up trash.

Just a little while ago I went out to the dumpster to throw the days trash away and got almost all the way out there when I noticed one of the turkeys sitting on the split rail fence near the dumpster. I immediately remembered the one that chased me last month and got a little scared. But then I figured if the neighbors were feeding them then these turkeys are probably not as aggressive as the one I encountered last month. So I continued on and just as I went to lift the lid up on the dumpster to throw the trash away I noticed the other turkey sitting on the fence right behind the dumpster. I quickly threw the trash away and headed back to the building. All the while being constantly watched by the large birds.

I think I said last time that I need to start carrying my camera with me. I have been taking it with me more lately, just not to work. I need to do that. There's been so many times that I told myself, "I need to take a picture of that". But then I procrastinate and the cool thing that I want to take a picture of (normally an old building or a wind mill or something) gets torn down and I miss my chance. This last week though I've taken a couple of pictures of old business signs that I think are really cool. I'll try and post them this weekend.