Why I can't sleep

Let's chronicle last night, shall we?

11:30p.m. settle in for a nice slumber
11:55p.m-12:05a.m. group of teen girls outside screaming... I think they were trying to TP the neighbors
12:14a.m. as I'm about to fall asleep Poison next door starts barking
12:18a.m. I get up, put shoes on, grab flashlight, head outside, shine it at the dog
12:23a.m. come inside and back in bed
12:55a.m. Poison starts barking again
12:58a.m. I head out again, repeating above steps
1:30a.m. sister can't sleep and is up walking the hall
1:55a.m. she settles in the bathtub because the bathtub is so much more comfortable than her bed in her bedroom
3:31a.m. Siren from the highway
4:30a.m. neighbors walking dogs causing Riggie down the street to bark
5:20am. Sis's alarm goes off and is loud enough for me to hear it in my room with the door shut
5:23a.m. I'm back asleep
5:30a.m. Sis is bitching about lord knows what
5:35a.m. Sis is walking up and down the hall between the main bathroom and master bath
5:55a.m. Sis leaves for school
6:20a.m. Sis calls because she left her hairbrush on the couch and wanted someone to bring it for her
6:30a.m. Trash trucks roll down the street
7:15a.m. Mom gets up
7:30a.m. Dad gets up
7:45a.m. I hear my dad in the dishwasher removing pans and things
7:55a.m. Dad starts making breakfast and is talking loudly, and it echoes through the hall


That pic would be Poision

Last night was just a prime example. Usually it is nowhere near that bad. Poison usually barks 2-3 times a week, but it is hella annoying, especially when you're about to fall asleep, in a sound sleep, and the owners don't have decency to shut your dog up.

But Poison does bark for hours on end and won't stop, especially at night. We've even go so far as to call the neighbors at whatever ungodly hour Poison starts barking, but they do not pick up their phone. They must be deaf.

A normal bad night may look like this:
11:30p.m. bed
12:55a.m. Poison barks
12:58a.m. outside
1:05a.m. back in house
4:30a.m. neighbors walking dog
4:55a.m. Poision barks
4:58a.m. headed outside again
5:05a.m. back in, only to be awaken again at 5:20 by the alarm

My Melatonin however works wonders and has helped with a lot of this. I do sleep more deeply I think.

I'm just grouchy today.

Cuddle Buddy

I have been chatting with Eric back and forth on connexion for several weeks. The other night he asked me if I wanted to take our friendship a step further and become cuddle buddies. I have never met Eric in person, so from online friend to cuddle buddy? Sure, why not? I joked that he was probably looking for more than a cuddle buddy, and he said nope, just come over, watch a movie, maybe sleep together, but only cuddling. Not that I'm opposed. I like cuddling. Love holding a guy or having them hold me, but cuddle buddy? I know I've heard the term used a lot more lately and I'm assuming it is not purely platonic as he describes.

So Eric wants to get together this weekend with his new presumed cuddle buddy to cuddle, watch a movie, and sleep... hmmmmmm

It is always hot

My dad likes Markina Brown on KTLA. He says, "she always looks clasy, very conversational and makes the weather fun because she has her weather game where she gives you clues about the city, then gives you a personalized forecast."



Here's a guy whom I personally find very sexy, Mr. Rick Dickert, but my dad does not like. He is trying too hard here my dad says with the suit jacket, tee, and jeans. He could have worn black pants and the suit jacket my dad argued. He shouldn't be on air dressed like that. He's one of those hot guys that can pull anything off is all I can say.



Oh, and while on the subject of temperatures it was 88 last night at 9p.m. It was sticky.

On a Kelly high...

The Greatest Man I Never Knew- Reba and Kelly
have had this stuck in my head since house sitting for The Guy


What Hurts the Most- Kelly and Rascal Flatts


Fancy- Kelly and Reba

Random convos with my sister

Went to the Yankee game with my sister, dad, and few friends of my mom's.

Snippets from our convos:

Before we left the house...
Mom: Did you put suntan lotion on?
Sis: No. I don't need it.
Mom: You will. You see what the game did to you last week. (Mom gives me the look wondering if I did.)
Me: I put it on.
Sis: Well, it's because you're a girl.

In the car...
Me: I will drop you guys off, then go down to Panera and meet Joe (a coworker who was going to the game, but had a better plan of heading to breakfast before the game. We arrived at 10 and the game was at 12:35)
Sis: Dude, you're such a girl, going to breakfast before the game. I ate Jack in the Box in the car to save time.
Me: I'm hungry and arriving 2 1/2 hours early and waiting in the hot sun is not my idea of fun.
Sis: It is. Watching the guys warm up, getting to watch batting pratice. You waste so much money going out to eat with your friends. Dad, doesn't he waste money?
Me: (nods)
Sis: You're stupid. You're such a girl. Dad, isn't there something wrong when Mike wants to go out to eat over going to the game?
Dad: Whatever you say.
Sis: Seriously, who cares you're going to be out in the sun? There's something wrong when your son doesn't like sports. There's also something wrong when he wants to go catch up on gossip with his friend. Dad, do you see this?

7th inning at the game... keep in mind in 100 degree heat, we were in the sun, and on top of having fun my goal was to stay hydrated
Me: I want a water. (I was going through about a drink every 2 innings)
Sis: Dude, you drink too much. That gives you gas. You're also wasting money.
Me: (Gives her that look of surprise).
Dad: Ok, sounds good
Sis: Dad, Mike's wasting your hard earned money. You've already bought like 5 drinks for him.
Me: Keep in mind it is 100 degrees out. Heat exhaustion? Stay hydrated? Yes?
Dad: He can have whatever he wants. It's hot. If you needed something I'd buy something for you.
Sis: Well, I'm not going to waste your money, dad. I'll let you buy me a drink afterward at a restaurant where you aren't forced to pay so much.
Dad: If you can wait.
Sis: I can, unlike Mike the Camel.
Me: I'd ride a camel.
Sis: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeew that's nasty.
Me: Girls like you don't do that I guess.
Sis: hmmmmph


On the way home in the car...
I receive a text message from Joe and another friend.
Dad: You're popular tonight.
Sis: Drive, idiot! You're such a girl wanting to check your phone while driving. You're like a girl checking her phone and makeup.
Dad: Enough Sis. We're sitting here at the stop light. He's ok.
Sis: No. We're going to get in an accident. Did you see him on his phone nonstop during the game?
Dad: It is his choice.

Oh, and how was breakfast? Great. Met Joe's dad and mom. Good convo. Good meal. We all got to the park with about 10 minutes to spare. I was filled up. I felt pretty manly and was ready to enjoy a manly game of baseball. And it was a great game. Yankees lost!!! Oh, and my sister really didn't get to me. She just talks. I'm getting good at tuning her out and not intervening in her ramble. I enjoyed the game. Seriously, 2nd row seats, enjoyed the company of my mom's friends from work/teachers I work with, hot guys, lots of action, especially after the 6th inning when the game started picking up and the Yankees started trying. Oh, and I was able to name the Angels players and their positions- something my sister said I couldn't do because I was a girl and not interested in baseball.
So here we go... 1st base is Brandom Wood, 2nd base is Isturiz, 3rd is Figgins, pitcher is Lackey
She was amazed. It shut her up- that was until she decided to ask me about the players.
And you know what? I was able to tell her about them. Lackey is 6'6'', has been on the Angels since 2002, stuff like that won me extra points. Certainly a gay guy wouldn't know that.

Things being said

This afternoon I got a text from my cousin and she told me to check out facebook and see what one of The Mike's said on their page. This Mike was filling out one of those dumb facebook surveys, and well, this one took a hit at me.

5 people you DO NOT want to see standing at the end of your bed!! by Mike

1. Gary Busey
2. ShamWoW Guy
3. Man-Baby
4. Mike
5. Michael Jackson

So first off, I thanked her, asked how she knew, and stuff like that. She was acquaintances with him in theater in college, which I knew. And I logged onto facebook to check it out, well, now I'm unsure what to do about The Mike thing. Sure it is easy to un-friend him, but I don't want to because I know what is being said. I have said NOTHING to him and don't plan to. Just keep a low profile, completely ignore it, like it hasn't happened. It does hurt, but overall I'm able to look at it and realize that it makes him look stupid and he thinks he is being funny. I think it is good that I've severed ties with most people from high school (the people Mike has contact with), although it hurts me to do that. I don't need them in my life and am getting along fine. I have wonderful people who would never do anything like that (The Guy, Dennis, Foot Fetish, Gonzo, Darla, and best friend in MS).

But this got me thinking and wondering? Is there anything I can do for this slander online? Do I have any recourse or is there anything I can do? I did screenshot it just to make sure I have a copy of it. I wish I had screenshot those text messages when he sent them. I never dreamed it would come to this, but I don't want it to escalate any further. Any advice? Ideas?

For now I'm keeping my mouth shut acting like I haven't seen it.

200!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Guy got home from his trip to see Josh at 12:30. He told me the ETA was 1:15 at 11:45, so I was thinking I'd call my friend's mom to confirm Mississippi plans, and she talks so long, an hour would be perfect. So I was not expecting him to come marching in at 12:30. I told him hi and tried to end the call.

The Guy goes in the bathroom and leaves the door open (we always leave the door open around each other when we pee). He does his stuff, then washes up, and closes the door. As I end the call I say "hello" in a playful tone. He starts crying. "Fuck" was the first thought that came to my head and I wanted to slap Josh. What did Josh do? Did he have such a terrible time? He seemed so happy walking in and this is almost what I expected. I waited and waited outside the door listening to him bawling. I was worried. He comes out and he is barely able to make it out, but he hit 200 pounds!!! I didn't know what to think. I was honestly at the point of being pissed off and then to hear this. I told him "congratulations," and he stood there telling me how hard it was, how he never thought this time would come, and things like that. We talked some, he texted all of his close friends, including Josh to tell them. I was so excited and I told him how proud I was of him. He has worked so hard for it. We unload the car and after every piece of luggage he comes in crying. I didn't know exactly what to say or do, I was just really happy for him. He updated his facebook status to say that he had lost 46 pounds in 1 year. He goes in the bathroom, takes a dump, and he is 200.0 instead of 200.3. He tells me how healthily he ate all weekend. He had a bunch of cereals in his luggage and stuff like that. Then we take off to the rental car company.

I follow him to the rental car company at the airport and I know I was smiling the whole time and just very happy. It is amazing. I am so elated for him because although I'm not fat I know how much he hurt and seeing how he beat himself up worse than any girl over the whole fat issue. At least in my mind. Seeing how he dropped the pounds has been amazing and gradually transitioning from wearing the same old black shorts and black shirts everyday to brand name shorts and shirts from Nordstrom has been exciting. He always said he wants to hit 200 and he never thought he could do it. For a year he has talked about if he just hit 200. It was finally happening.

He gets in the car after turning in his Infiniti and I ask him how his weekend was. He described it as a "boar" I think. He said Josh didn't know he existed. I was not surprised. He said he spent most of the weekend in his room crying. I can believe that and it just breaks my heart to see how caught up he is in him. Anyways, the conversation was not going to stay sour. I wasn't going to let it. He was scrolling through his phone reading all the congratulations from his facebook status. He starts crying again and getting really uneasy shaking his legs back and forth. He said he didn't know if he was crying because of Josh or because of hitting 200. I told him Josh is not even in the picture today. Today is YOUR day, you hit 200 and my mission was to make sure he remembered that. He talked about how Josh is still playing distant in his texts and using the same smile over- wanting to play it straight- not really caring. The Guy was hurt. I was trying to divert him from Josh the best I could. The Guy joked that carrying around 46 pounds was like carrying one of those heavy weights at the gym around. He talked about how it took almost exactly 1 year. He said how uncomfortable and heavy that was, and we laughed that it actually was. I put my hand on his leg to comfort him and also just to congratulate him. He was talking about all of the negativity that he has surrounding weight and that number was just amazing.



We get back to his house, more congrats, help him unpack. He had 4 bags. He travels like a gay guy. HAHA. Anyways, it was mainly putting his beauty products in his bathroom. He shows me the 180 or so pics of Josh he took. Just Josh. There were 4-5 of the team, however.

The Guy then tells me to go in the office with him. He goes to Paypal to send me money for house sitting for the weekend. When he got in my car the other day he saw my scribbles on a sheet of paper. I conduct business in the car. I had been on the phone with the bank and found out I was only $320.00 from being able to buy my computer Thursday afternoon when I was driving over to his place. I had a bunch of random math and then in 3-4 places I had written $320. The Guy thumbed through his wallet at that time on Thursday looking for $320.00 so I could buy the computer because he wanted me to be able to play with it all weekend. He told me to email him my paypal information and he'd slip me the money when he got to the hotel and I could buy it Friday morning. He was playful, serious about it. I did. He didn't send the money and I knew he was preoccupied and it wasn't a huge deal. I mean we had already said I'd get $200 for the weekend ($50 a day + $50 for food) and that was fine- I was more than grateful for that, and that's what he usually pays me. I was only $120 away from my goal. He put the money in paypal for me, so now I have to figure out how to retrieve it. That was all very nice and so unexpected. I thanked him, and almost broke down crying on Thursday night when he called telling me he'd wire me the money when he got to the hotel. How many guys have friends that can just do that for them and so graciously? I thanked him again 2-3 times before I left and most of all congratulated him on the 200. We hugged as he headed out to the gym, and I joked that he had newfound motivation.

I'm so happy for The Guy!!! 200!!! The Guy's ideal weight is 190 and I have no doubt he can do it now. I do have to say I know it wasn't easy because The Guy is the biggest sucker for junk food and things like that, new fad 1 week, new fad/idea the next.