we all scream ice cream

Well, I’m still here! [Are you?] If I can make it through today then I will be golden for two weeks as the boss will be in Alaska. I’ve still been meeting with my career coach three mornings/week for 1-1/2 hr. meetings (yes, I know that’s 4-1/2 hours/week which seems like a lot – even to me!). I won’t go in to details about what all we are working on (because really, they get paid to reveal what all they do) but I hope and pray to sing their praises at a later date.  All I can say right now is that I have homework practically every night and I might as well be going to college again.

In the meantime, I took the boy out to dinner the other night just him and I so his mother could have an evening of talking to another adult other than myself for a little bonding. We went to this burrito joint, sat at the bar and ate fish tacos. Afterwards, we went to DQ (only after getting the green light from Joey that he could have ice cream) and we each had chocolate dipped cones as big as our heads [for you Maria]. Note to self: next time: small cones. [Funny how I am SUCH a pushover when it comes to him. Bad, BAD co-parent! ] He’s grown so much since the beginning of the summer and I can understand a parents’ utter panick  constant exclamation of how quickly they grow up. I think Joey and I both are going to be beside ourselves when he goes back to school and we become weekend parents again. I have kind of felt that he’s been keeping her company and being her little guardian knight during the day and with all she’s going through.

Today, I am going with her to the doctor (he will be there, too, although in the waiting room probably playing DS). We are going to discuss some of the side effects that she’s having and some other stuff she’s liable to forget unless I’m there. She’s really been dreading this and cried last night talking about the possibility of going off the Humera and being in pain again. Neither of us want it to come to that and hope that there’s some alternative method to this madness/meds/anything to keep the pain from mf ing coming back. I know it’s already been a day for her as this morning started out with DFCS. [When I asked her how it went I had to hold the phone away from my ear if that is any indication.]

Maybe it’s another ice cream night.

 

 

Great.Great.

It’s a waaay weird and stressful day. Gah…..

[Not that I am busy or anything]

Seriously, I am working on some piddly-little thing that is barely keeping me busy and it’s a wonder that I have stretched this out as long as I have.

But, today it may all be over. Yesterday, I heard that there was a position open in another department and I spoke with the department head about it. Silly me thought it would be a lateral move and didn’t’ realize this until after we spoke to the HR person about it. But, HR couldn’t talk to the big boss [fortunately] because he was all up and arms about two of our major contracts not being signed yet. The two contracts, I might add, that were going to keep me employed. Yeah, so major stress-ball office ju-ju right now.

 Le sigh.

Knowing that this was not a day for negotiation [of my lesser being] I skedaddled [wow, that’s actually a word] to an early lunch hoping to miss being dragged into the lions’ den bosses office and made to agree to less $ or unemployment. [My phone is blinking low battery and that’s what I feel like as well.] I sat in the car in front of the Starbucks not really feeling like coffee with the windows rolled down talking to Joey on the phone. I am going with her to her doctor’s appointment on Thursday. She’s had a rough time lately with hypersomnia. We don’t know if it’s side effect(s) from the medicine or something else. And, if it’s the former will she have to make a choice to going off it and being in pain again and walking with a cane or staying on and suffering these side effects. Gosh, I don’t know – it’s a toss up either way – just flip a coin. Right. It’s serious and it’s been hard. She’s been upset, worried and, of course, sleepy.

Not like I don’t have a damn thing going on. Most friends who ask “How’s it going?” Get a reply of “Great. Great.” And…..I just leave it. Because, really, what I want to say is “Unless you have time for a beer -anything short of a 420 will just get you a canned answer.”

When do we get to the part where the medicine works (without horrible side effects), I have a job security career and the website makes money?

When.do.we.get.to.that.part? Because it’s kicking my @ss. Is it time for a 420 yet?

 

4th weekend

Joey and I are sitting in a new pizza joint in Decatur right now. We just had one of the largest eggplant, mushroom and bacon pizza either of us has ever seen. I can literally feel my arteries hardening.Of course, we didn’t eat it all and it’s sitting in a box right now the size of a small table – on another table as we both write on our laptops. She is trying to get through this post she’s had in her mind for the last couple of days. A post or essay or both, I don’t know. All I know is that she frowns increasingly as she writes taking sips of her iced tea occasionally. I am drinking a 420 and writing this. There is a Paul McCartney song on “Let it Be”. Bleh. I was never a Beetles fan nor Joey. We both get each other that way. She looks sleepy right now and it trying to get through whatever she writes. She pauses to stretch her neck, she sighs and gets up and walks around the restaurant, she sits down and throws the straw wrapper across the table in frustration. Sleep wants to come easier than the post. I offer to go get Starbucks which is just 4 doors down. She shakes her head no. 

Our weekend started out with a friend out Thursday evening at Taco Mac eating fajitas and drinking FAT TIRE. (which, I had been waiting for quite some time for it to be on tap here). Friday I got up and made her a cappuccino and me an espresso with cream. We ran around during the day going to lunch at Apres Diem and seeing The Hangover (which, was quite hilarious I might add). We went to various gay bars after that to talk about Rocket Popp- hoping to raffle off a free item and build our email list. We went to two places – Burkharts and Blakes. In Burkharts we spoke to this man who wanted to tell us more than we ever wanted to know about this site he goes to to watch people masturbate. Great. Although we sell sex toys I guess it’s our lot to listen to any erroneous stories of sex sites?? Whatever. We left our card and headed down the road to Blakes. Once there we ordered a beer and spoke to the bartender. He directed us to speak to “Kitty” who would be there at 11 that night or between 10 and 2 on Monday’s and Tuesdays. Which, works so well with my schedule. I wonder if Joey and I had been two young, cute boys if we would have gotten a better reception? I admit I am frustrated with the whole marketing thing with Rocket Popp.I feel that it’s just a black hole to throw my money in. This past weekend I did some research online to find a company who will actually make the site searchable on Google on the first page. The sales rep and I were almost through the transaction before she realized that the site is adult novelty. She said, “Sorry, it’s company policy and we cannot work with sites of this nature.” I was very pissed off  disappointed to say the least. Because we sell dildos then you won’t do business wih us? It just made me even more determined to find a company who WOULD list us.

Anyway, I [blog] digress. Yesterday, we walked up to the corner to see our little neighborhood parade go by. We caught up with neighbors some Joey had never met before. We got invited in to the lesbian’s house on the corner for cake. We ended up making a super connection as Joey and I want to hire this womanto make our ceremony cake. Afterwards, we went and rented movies and later walked down to the lake and watched the fireworks. I had gone earlier to set up our chairs so that we would have a place. Unfortunately, some obnoxious man threw a firecracker that landed and went off right behind our chairs and I thought Joey was going to have heart failure. It wasn’t funny in the least and I wanted to go up there and throw his fat ass him out of his chair. Fortunately, for him he didn’t throw anymore. I think because when his son asked how many more he had I said loudly that that was his last glaring up at him. Once we got her heart rate back to normal and the fireworks itself started it was much better.

Today we went to brunch and had an idea for co-authoring a book together – stay tuned for more on that. Tonight we have the boy back with the father staying for dinner. We thought it might be a chance to make sure he’s eating one decent meal on the weekend to connect on a “family” level by doing something together as a unit so there wouldn’t be any animosity between the two households.

So, that’s our weekend! Hope you all had a wonderful weekend, too!

bumper sticker series

yellow light

As I ran the yellow light off the exit I saw flashing blue lights in my rear view mirror. “Here we go.” I thought. I pulled over and handed the police officer my license & insurance card with my DDS employee I.D. card on top.

“Do you know why I pulled you over, Ma-am?”

 The only people I hate calling me “Ma-am” is a [male] cop.

“Yes, sir, I do – know why you pulled me over, that is. I ran the yellow light.” Might as well just fess up right now, I thought.

 “Well, why did you do that?” He asked with an edge of hostility.

Oh, I don’t know – perhaps because I was late for work, didn’t want to sit through another light, needed coffee – a number of reasons came to mind and before I could recite any he asked, “What’s this?” holding up the DDS card. I said it was my employee I.D. card meaning we work for the same company, Bub.

“What do you do for them?” Even though it plainly says on the card “MOTORCYCLE SAFETY INSTRUCTOR” I told him anyway. He left and went back to his car for about 5 minutes and then came back without a ticket. I breathed a sigh of relief as he handed me back my cards and then proceeded to give me a lecture on running yellow lights and why I of all people should know not to do this being a safety instructor and all – blah, blah, blah……I agreed, saying “Yes, sir, I know, sir, etc. blah, blah, blah and drove off.

Whatever. City of Norcross cops are like little piranhas circling around waiting to bite ankles. I resented being pulled over for a yellow when they could be out handing out tickets to people who drive 70 mph on the road in front of my office. I also resented being lectured to about safety and that if I had to be pulled over why couldn’t it be by a woman who looked like Danica Patrick? Or the one who pulled Danica over in this TV commercial?

Damn.

 

pass the espresso

It’s been a crazy month few weeks. If you’ve popped over to Joey’s blog you know that she’s been battling with this sleep deprivation thing that may or may not be narcolepsy. It’s a real concern right now. It’s hard for her to be optimistic  –especially, when she doesn’t have any energy. I am trying to be the supportive wife and console. The first sleep study she could get in isn’t until the end of July so the meantime she’s been battling to stay awake as well as trying to lead a normal day-to-day life with the boy.

They pretty much have the routine down – going to the pool everyday and playing with the neighborhood boys. We’ve gained a lot of ground with socialization and trying new activities. He’s gone from hanging on his mother’s neck in the pool to jumping off the diving board and swimming to the other side on his own. We’ve also gained a little ground on keeping him eating healthy – at least during the week when we have him since his father feeds him KFC and fish sticks on the weekend. We’re working with his father on this but it’s proving to be very frustrating. We’ve been working on the co-parenting thing and having game plan discussions.

My bootcamp schedule has been shot to hell since I starting having morning meetings with my career coach. Today we upped it to three meetings a week so bootcamp is zilch will have to take a backseat to my career planning. I’m excited about our progress and think it will be beneficial soon.

I’ve been reading all these blogs that talk about their local pride event that they just celebrated. Some complete with some very interesting photos. I feel like Hotlanta got robbed this year of their pride event because of the drought last year. Oh, yeah – we’re having it Halloween weekend here but I am missing it as a summer bikini clad, half- naked people running around celebration.

Good news is that I am still employed. My office has found work for me and honestly, it’s been a cake walk working in the office compared to being out in the elements roasting my @ss off on site under my raging micromanager of an existing boss. I also get Friday off as a holiday and Joey and I are going to roll into a long weekend together. I’ll make the espresso, sweetie!

 

(didn’t think I forgot about my Friday bumper sticker series, did you?)

I had a glove, too….

Well, shit.  What a day we had yesterday!

Michael Jackson had to go ahead and race Farrah. Dammit. Despite all the bad press he got prior to his death he was one of my favorite artists. I had Michael Jackson posters, albums, and distinctly remember him on the American Music awards – which, I recorded on my VCR and watched so many times over that I wore the tape out. He was one of my “boy” crushes, I admit. I remember even listening to him from one of his earlier albums – “Off the Wall”.

I always wanted to go see him in concert but never got the chance. I did learn to moon walk, though and Ima gonna do a little moon walk accross the kitchen in his honor today!

Here’s to you, Michael! May you rest in peace, buddy!

a tribute to Farrah

One of my favorite shows growing up was Charlie’s Angels. The original 1976 show with Farrah Fawcett, Kate Jackson and Jaclyn Smith. I had crushes on all of them, too. [It’s a wonder my mother didn’t know then that I was going to be gay when I grew up]  I even had this poster on my bedroom wall:

 

 (yes, she HAD to have known…..) 

I was very sad to learn that Farrah passed away today at the age of 62. Here’s to you, Farrah! An inspiration to this little girl, still!

 

(And, Kate and Farrah are both looking exceptionally butch in the photo, don’t you think?)

two more days, two more days…….

……..until I have a weekend getting off with Joey. I was telling my friend, Holly, today that I was looking forward to the next two weekends off  I could almost cry. Ever since I have taken on career coaching services I have had meetings twice a week in the early mornings before work. Even though it’s immanently important that I keep moving forward, it’s just one more thing to take on making my schedule as packed as ever. All I ever feel like doing these days is sleeping, which, I still feel I never get enough of. While Joey cannot sleep I sleep like she’s hit me over the head with a baseball bat. [I don’t think she would do that as most times she wants to have sex and doesn’t want me to go to sleep.]

 

I’ve even had to work on Rocket Popp at night while we were laying in bed watching Six Feet Under. Btw – there’s a ton of new products so bop on over and check it out and if you see something you like email me for a coupon and I will email you one.  I will probably write something about it on the Rocket Popp blog as well. Today I ordered Rocket Popp bumper stickers [And, by Goddess, I’m putting one on the beemer!]  with our new slogan “Let us send you to the moon!”  If you want one for your car again, email me and I will send you one! [There is a catch – you must put it on your car and email me a picture as proof.]

 

I went back to using my blackberry recently and noticed that although it does well with text and email the phone s*cks. It typically hangs up and shuts itself off while I am talking to someone. Most of the time it’s very annoying unless it’s when I’m talking to my sister, which, happened yesterday. It must have known I’d had enough of the conversation and did me a favor and turned off. As you know she’s stateside again and just as annoying as ever. While overseas I never heard from her and it was almost an improvement over the weekly conversations we have now – well, it’s not really a conversation it’s just a one sided thing of her telling me all these things I should do including but not limited to installing new windows in my house, being “greener”, buying a device so I can make my own seltzer water, not using plastic, building a grey water well, and other various things while the whole time I can hear her sucking on a cigarette. It’s maddening at best. I haven’t even told her about our engagement. I don’t want to hear the “shoulds” about the ceremony, reception and honeymoon.  So, yeah thinking I’m going to stick with the blackberry for awhile. If you want me it’s better to email.

 

Happy Hump Day, Btw!