Living Proof

I'll be away for a few days...I'll be back soon!

Every Thursday morning I usually have to scurry over to the bank to cash a few checks and get to the dry cleaners so that I can have everything ready by the weekend. I really shouldn’t be telling the whole world my routine---because that’s a stalker’s dream. The next thing you know, I’ll see Mikey driving behind me on my way to the bank with his oversized wood paneled station wagon waiting to pounce on his prey. (That’s if his car makes it all the way to New York…) Don’t let Kathi fool you either. She’ll be the one driving in a huge Ford pick up truck with a bunch of lawn mowers in the back waiting in the parking lot for me to come out of the drive-thru, so she can make her move. ( I hope I can at least convince her to mow my lawn for the love of God…) It’ll be well worth being the stalked victim. As I pull up to the bank’s drive-thru, I notice a young boy greets me at the window. He was probably around twenty-two years old, tall, lanky with dark hair. He looked like one of those, ‘I’...

Let me just take you a few days back when I had that get together at my house. You all saw the embarrassing photos, but what you didn’t see was my trip to the store getting the goods. I thought it was going to be easy—a beer & soda store and a deli that makes homemade Italian goods. Bam! Done. As soon as I headed out the door, my dear sister Carla and my three year old niece hop into my SUV to take a ride with me. Great. Now I have precious cargo. No problem, I could use some company anyway. We head off to the store and I rush in like a lunatic looking for a few specific beers so I can cater to everyone with different tastes. This beer and soda place looks like a fricken garage—no lie. I went into the desired aisle and tried to squeeze out a case of Heineken. “Well well well! You need help with that young lady?” A nice looking man said to me behind the cold glass door that I still had swung open. “Why do I look that weak?” I asked, joking around with him. “Well, I’m just offering...

It’s true—I’ve been a vedy’ vedy’ bad blogger. I’ve been absolutely exhausted of taking in anything mentally. I can’t think. I can’t read. I can’t do anything that requires me to just be human. I’ve also been a vedy’ vedy’ bad person with my eating habits. My choice of foods lately has been quite alarming. Didn’t I just post about eating healthier a few days ago? Hmm. Since my girlfriend has been off these past couple of days, we went shopping at the mall, and then of course ventured out to meet a couple of our friends for happy hour at Cheeseburger in Paradise . Jimmy Buffett owns this franchise. Not sure if you all have that chain around your area—but it’s a great place with a menu of drinks. No —really— a menu of different types of cocktails you can order. It’s like a ten page book of drinks. (I can hear angels singing now) Madelene (my girlfriend) and I got there first and parked our rears on the stools. They gave me a huge 22 ounce of beer, and Madelene got a Mojito. Our fri...

Carrying out your lifelong dreams and doing what you love is quite difficult for some people to do if they don’t have the time or money put aside to tackle their desired projects. Some of us ‘do what we know’ for a good paycheck—and that’s fine. We all have to make ends meet. Natalia’s post inspired me to write something along these lines. Her post today really sparked something in me that’s been brewing for quite some time. From struggling with school to hopping from one career to the next, my path for ‘success’ determined what job I landed. I hated most of my jobs, and tolerated others. I had to make money and have good benefits. This is what was told to me. This was reality; this was life. You need to survive. I can’t just sit here and paint, draw, sketch, play guitar and write all day…can I? I had to be jammed up in a cubical taking calls from nasty customers complaining about a .03 cent increase in their phone surcharge. Anxiety attacks and depression plagued my mind and numer...

Anyone knows, when Deb is with camera, things get tossed into my blog of course. From embarrassing photos to taking shots of random things just to make a point. (And no, I am so done with that previous post guys—don’t bring it up again…) Anyway, I usually like to embarrass my friends —not myself. Of course I’m going to embarrass them, but this time, I’m going to put up embarrassing pictures up of me. Remember, when alcohol is involved when taking pictures, things get a wee bit interesting. This was a spontaneous little gathering I had at my house. We had a little guitar playing & singing—by Alyssa who plays for The September Dogs . She was amazing as usual, and her voice is comparable to Janice Joplin, Joss Stone, and Melissa Etheridge. Yeah yeah, I said Melissa Etheridge —we’re all lesbos. Can’t have a party without the stereotypical terms, right? …Right. So now I present to you...Deb's embarrassing photos that will soon be regretted or deleted soon afterwards. Naw...I nev...

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not this uptight wench who gets her shorts in a bunch every single time there’s a sexual innuendo made—however yesterday was ridiculous. It was a phallic-filled jam packed day of ‘let’s see how Deb reacts to another penis joke’! Okay, okay, I’ll label myself as a “lesbian”, because I am with a girl. Not because I would never date a man in the future, if my girlfriend kicks my sorry ass to the curb. It’s just that everyone knows I have been dating someone for about twelve years now, and they automatically love to test my resistance to the one thing I haven’t seen…in quite some time now. Well it first started out calmly. (Or did it?) It started with JP . He came over to comment on my blog, and well, I peeked at his blog—which may I say was quite impressed with his huge... template. Eh-hem, anyway, as I was reading his post, down below was a photo. Oh yeah—it was “him”. ... HULLO! No, I didn’t click out of it right away due to my good Christian-nature or my lesbi...