Living Proof

Friday evening I went to bed fairly early. I was tired from the week, and I needed rest. Finally, after going into a deep slumber, I woke up to loud screaming. My air conditioner was off because it was a cool night, so I could hear everything in the neighborhood. Now, I was never one to complain about a party next door. I’m becoming one of those lil' old biddies that gripe about the fun other kids are having next door. But, this scenario was quite different. In fact, I enjoy it when I hear my young neighbors next door having fun, holding huge parties and listening to their music. Geez, but my age, my music taste should have changed by now, but I find myself relating to them more than I’d like to. 12am: Party is hoppin’, kids are talking amongst themselves and laughing. I love the sound of laughter—it’s the greatest thing. 1am: The party is starting to get louder. This time, there was no music, and it sounded as though there were much more people involved. Cars packed...

Well the Trojan finally hit me. No, not that…the virus that eats up your computer. I was in my hotmail account, and opened up an email that appeared to be from a friend of mine. Then all these alert messages were flaring at me, “Your computer has a virus! Adware and Spyware have been added to your system!” Needless to say, the pop-up ads were coming up more than my heartburn. Amy has been kind enough to lend me her laptop, until mine is repaired. She uses a Mac. I’m so lost on this thing. I’m opening up things I shouldn’t, and possibly popping up on all her friend’s messenger services. I didn’t think a computer could be so much different than another. I’d like to do a little “Mac bashing” right now, but I have to be a little more grateful that I’m sitting here typing anything at all. So thank you, Amy. After trying to fix the bug myself (ha!!!) I finally brought it into the experts. They called me up today to tell me I forgot to give them the power chord to my laptop. Great...

About nine years ago, Madelene and I were on the hunt for a new condo or apartment to rent. It was slim pickings, because everything was way too small, and way too expensive. After months of rummaging through the classifieds, we saw that there was a condo for rent a bit upstate. We decided to take a look. Now don’t get me wrong, there were shopping plazas and other ‘civilization’ out there, but more farmland than anything. The owner of the complex showed us an open unit for rent. You know when you walk into a place, you immediately feel ‘home’? That’s how it was. I automatically knew that this was the one. This was the place I was going to put my feet up, have a martini or five, and get away from everything and everyone. I was ‘home’. The décor was mostly a southwestern theme. The kitchen had a beautiful island with a bar on the other side, so you can place stools there. (Of course I’d want my place to look like a pub, right?) No, this was really nice, and it let your guests talk to y...

Back in blogworld, but I’m feeling a little weak. I won’t get into the gory details, but I was living a life of bed, bath, and way beyond the bowels of limitations. Can I tell you how sick I am of water and Gatorade right now? Can I tell you how annoying it is to keep running to the loo every two minutes? Can I also tell you how scary it was for Madelene to witness my delirium while I had a high fever? I think I saw Jesus again. I have this bad habit of looking things up online to find ‘what can be the problem’ , when I’m fully aware that Madelene brought this nasty bug home from her stuffy office full of a hundred hens. Don’t even attempt to do this, without the thought of some wacky website trying to fill your mind with the possibilities of numerous diseases. This is so bad for an OCD driven hypochondriac like myself. “OH MUY GAAWD! Mad---look! Look at what this says I might have!!!” “Deb, you have a bug that I caught from work. It’ll pass…” She reminds me, in her calm, ‘everythin...

Unfortunately, Madelene and I both came down with a stomach virus. We're both very sick, which is why I haven't been posting lately. But please check out Dawn's site called, " Queercents ", as she interviewed my partner and I regarding our finances and current situation. It's a fascinating sight that deals with financial issues geared towards the GLBT communtiy. Visit Queercents here ! Back to bed. It's 4:30 am here, I woke up shaky with a fever of 101... If you're interested in being my personal nurse , please leave your crudentials in my comment section. Thanks!

I’m disturbed. Quite frankly, I’m angry at these intelligent advertisers who can get away with absolutely anything. Just like a car dealership, they advertise, “Pay no money down and drive off the lot today! Don’t bring your checkbook!” When in fact, your check book is needed. You need to pay tax as well as DMV fees on the spot—which is understandable. But don’t tell me to leave my checkbook at home…because I will. They also use, “GM Clearance Sale” , which you would normally think, “Oh, GM is a good product, let’s go!” No. It’s “general manager’s” clearance sale. On top of that, the girl advertised in the bikini straddling the car doesn’t even come with the deal… Fraud! (Sorry to the person who I know working in the dealership—but I had to let the public know about these shenanigans.) Off to more important matters. Fish. I’m a huge fan of the Chilean sea bass. I love it. Think of it as a huge scallop, but in a non-shellfish form. It’s delicious, it’s scrumptious, and it’s fricken e...

While talking to an old friend yesterday, I was reminded of all the times we shared. Stacy and I knew each other since we were thirteen years old. Back then, I had two quads and one trike. (ATVs) We used to hop on my quad and venture through the thick woods of the Appalachian trails. We were fearless; no thoughts of ‘what if we ran out of gas’ , or ‘what if we saw a bear’ . We traveled miles and miles to get to nowhere. As soon as the neighborhood kids had seen that I had all these fun toys, I noticed them getting them as well. When I was around sixteen, my adventures turned into wild parties. Summer nights, we would all gather around this big tower on top of the mountain at 8pm. We then made our way to the sandpits to build a huge bonfire. When the sun went down, it was always fascinating to drive through the woods while our bright headlights showed the way. There were always cases of beer strapped behind our quads. That was a given. We partied till hours of the night. It’s one of the...