Moving Out

Last Friday, after being very harshly told by my step-dad, "....but I don't care about you," I decided it's time for me to go. As you may know, I'd oned a home for nearly five years until it was foreclosed on last April. My parents lived there, as well. I've lived with them since they moved into their new house in June. Well, was have some drinking problems and finally got them in control. They resurfaced last week and I didn't get home (in what my mother thought was) in time to get her to work on time. My parents were upset, and I understand. Anyway, I had planned on moving out for a while (even while we were at the other house).
I told my mother about it yesterday and you'd have thought I told her they were selling one of her grandchildren. There was this long conversation about, "I'm worried you'll (insert irresponsible behavior here)..." That is part of the reason I need to go. I'm looking forward to living somewhere where if I leave a light on, someone doesn't come and ask me if I'm done with it. Honestly, I fell this is where I'm being led. I think this will give me a chace to be my on my own again (which I haven't been since 2001, if you consider being in a relationship on you own.
Also, I was planning on moving out when my friend Wayne gets his place, but getting my clutch, timing belt and water pump is going to cost more than I expected. The clutch I thought would cost about $250 total to replace.....try $835. I'm looking at $1,100 total. Looks like I'll be moving out at the end of January.
Also, I starting running again, a lot. As of Tuesday night, I'd run 14 miles this week (seven miles over two days). I was hoping to make it 21, but about 2/3 of a mile into mile six, I felt something cutting one of my toes and my ankle really started to bother me. I ended up walking the last 1 1/3 miles and added an eight mile. I tried to run again for the last 1 1/3 miles, but my ankle and toes were really bothering me, and with pain. I decided I would take today off and possibly Friday and start again on Saturday morning. I do feel a lot better about having done it, even if I really sore. Weighing what I do at my height makes that much running kind of difficult, but the point is to not weight that much any more.

Gay Sports Mixer-Join Us!

Hi Everyone,

I just wanted to send open invitation to anyone in the Phoenix Area to our First Gay Sports Mixer. This will be a chance for anyone who is gay and likes or plays sports or who just lives an active lifestyle. This will also be an opportunity to network. Athletes from ALL sports are welcome, softball, volleyball, rugby, football, darts, curling (not as in your hair).....ANYTHING.

In addition to 2 for 1 drinks, they'll have $1 Cherry Shots and $1 10 oz drafts just for us!

Date & Time: Thursday, December 18 at 7PM
Location : Cherry Bar
1028 E Indian School Rd
Phoenix, AZ 85014
602-277-7729

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I can mark one off my life's to-do list

I had a wonderful time at the wedding last nigth, but I am very glad it's over. What was really funny was that I was the best man and managed some of the maid of honor duties. For example, the bride wanted me to help her put on her wedding gown, most to make sure her undergarments were set to make her look her best and to lace up the corset so she looked her best. It ended up taking nearly an hour to make sure the gown was sitting the right way and she was very happy to see her boobs were very prominently set. I think some members of her family didn't know what to think about the best man being there to help the bride into her gown. Anyway, she was very happy with how she looked and even I was impressed with my own handy work.
Well, we got to the church and people started to show up. Then I saw my mom and I was a little shocked. She went to have her hair done by someone who is very good at what he does, but the do she had was just not her. Something told me the wedding was going to be a little off. We got through the ceremony and then went to Scorpion Gulch at South Mountain to take some pictures. It was a REALLY cool setting for pictures. By the time were done with that I was REALLY hungry and we headed back to the hall for the reception.
About a half hour after getting to the reception, the bride found me and told me, "I need you to help me tie my dress up." Her dress had a train which could be tied up by a system of color coded strings and loops. We went to look for an empty room and were about to go into an electrical closet when I told her nobody would care if I went into the restroom to help her. So you have to picture the bride and the best man in the women's restroom of the wedding hall. The bride is holding the back part of her gown over her head and I'm matching the strings to the loops to strings so that the train part of her gown was tied up so it cascaded instead of flowing onto the ground.
The food was to be served from 5-7. I had two very strong margaritas by the time they served the food and was about to walk to the jack in box when I saw the food coming out. Finally! I'm glad I waited because the food was pretty good.
We did a lot of dancing but my shining moment was when I gave my toast to the bride and groom. Giving the best man's speech/toast was on my list of things to do before I die. Apparently, I gave a very good speech/toast because I received quite a bit of applause and a lot of compliments. Later my mother told about how quiet it became while I was speaking and a lot of my family told my mom what a great job they thought I did. I mostly mentioned how they have to be able to forgive each other to stay together, no matter how hard that may be and they both have to think of the other as the greatest person in the world.
At one point I started crashing and my aunts kept asking me to dance. I was starting to get REALLY crabby so I decided tohave a pepsi so that I'd come back. It worked and before I knew it, I was tearing up on the dance floor, again. BTW, I'd never heard of the Cupid Shuffle before last night.
Toward the end of the night, I'd noticed the bride was wandering between her very good friend and everyone else. I walked over and realized she was having some tequila (which she was drinking very slowly). I was surprised to see her drinking it because she's not much of a drinker. I then went to sit with some of my family on my mom's side, next to my older sister. She and I chatted for a while before everyone decided it was time to round people up and get out. I got up and was talking to my mom and then the bride walked up to me. I told her congratulations, again and she hugged me and was all happy about the wedding. I told her that I was suprised her gown held up for the entire day and her eyes got big and she said, "I KNOW." I am completely serious. Her dress did not move out of place the entire day and she was working it (dancing). I then realized she was hanging on to me and I asked her if she was drunk and she dropped her head on my shoulder for second and then started laughing this high pitched laugh. Then I started laughing at her because she was drunk and then she started laughing because I was laughing at her. People that were still there started gathering around her and it really because a scene, but in a good way. Like when everybody is kind talking about what they liked and what they were happy about, like the organist at the church (which impressed even me). The bride and my mom were laughing because her mom was upset that she as a little drunk, maybe even just tipsy. Then my brother (the groom) walked up and she held onto him and said that she was embarassed because her mother was upset about her being drunk. He told her, "You don't live here anymore." We all had a good laugh about that and then started moving outside.
My mom and I were really hungry and my dad had already left, so I was her ride home. I told my mom we would go to Jack in the Box first. After that, we went to my brother's house because he needed to get his car. He came to the door and I could him telling his new wife that myself and my mother had arrived. I hear scream (because she was glad we were there) and asked me to help her get the gown back off. I helped her out of it and I told her to start posing for my mom the way she was doing in the undergarments before the wedding (the undergarments were a corset and something that resembled a hoopskirt without the hoops.
I took my brother to get his car and then stopped at Jack in the Box for them on the way back to get my mom. Before my mother and I left, they wanted to open their gifts and the bride decided she'd had enough of being drunk and was greatful for her taco. I also un-did my mother's do. When I was done, it looked like her head was a grenade and someone had pulled the pin. By this time it was 2:20am and I figured my brother was very anxious to consumate his marriage so I encouraged my mother to get going.
I am very proud of my brother and I wish him the best and am feeling very elated to have been the best man at his wedding.

I am the Best Man

Last night was the rehearsal for at the church for my brother's wedding. That was loads of fun. On the other side, I had the chance to meet more of the bride's family. My younger sister didn't show up because she was getting her hair trimmed. I think my mom was trying to avoid it. One of my sisters has been married twice, but this is her son and I think she was stressing a little bit and I guess maybe she didn't know how to deal with it.
After the rehearsal, my brother and I went to dinner (just us two) and stuffed our faces, in lieu of going out and stuff (it just isn't his style). We had a good time and talked mostly about comedy and politics (because they are closely related). It as kind of cool because the two of us haven't really done much since he's been with this girlfriend, it's been impossible to get them apart for he last three years. We had man-time! He he.....
Anyway, he stayed over at our house and my mom starting bringing stuff out from her wedding to my stepdad (it'll be 21 years in December). One thing we really noticed was that only about a handful of people signed her guest book, which surpised me because there were a LOT of people at that wedding.
Today is the wedding and my brother will be a little less my brother (yes, even less so than when he started dating the bride). It's kind of strange because I'm the only single one left of all of my siblings. All of them have been with their current spouse/partner for at least a few years. I'm starting to feel like I would like someone to be with. I only worry that usually I start seeing someone and then I panic because I think I would rather be single. I'm making that the past. He does seem to be excited about gettig married, though.
About a year ago, I started to think it would be cool to be a best man in a wedding and here I am a year later. We already had the bachelor party and he had a great time. My little sister and her boyfriend even came along. Today, I give a toast, and I didn't write it down, but I have an outline of what I'll say. There will be a lot of partying it up tonight, because that's one thing us Mexicans to extremely well.
I hope to have some pictures up and I really hope the best for my brother and Edith.

I DID IT!

Yesterday was the 10th day of my fast/cleanse. I'm still in a little bit of shock that I made it ten days without food, praise Jesus.

The total amount of weight lost as of this morning, when I woke up: 19 pounds!!!!!

I was hoping for 30, but expected at least 20. 19 is good enough for me! I started breaking yesterday at mid-day because I REALLY want to have the food of my people (mexican) tomorrow for lunch, so I am cramming a three day break into a day and a half. What can I say? I'm HUNGRY! Yesterday I started drinking orange joice with some maple syrup mixed in. It was so sweet that I had to dilute it 1:1 with water. Seriously, sweet drinks and foods are WAY too sweet for me now.

I do have to say that I am very proud of myself and I am glad Wayne talked me into doing it. It was worth all the laxative teas and shooting water out my butt after the salt was flushes, being deathly afraid to fart, the headaches, the toxic feeling and the cold symptoms on the last two days. I gained some calm and quite a bit of mental clarity. Best of all, my body has been detoxified!!!! WOO HOO!!!

I've decided I am going to go for that extra 20 pounds. My next goal is three pounds. I'm going to break it up into smaller, more attainable goals to reach the big picture. For now, I'd like to get down to 12% body fat. I'll decide from there how thin I want to be.

I also want to give a HUGE thank you to everyone who supported me through this and talked me out of eating and drinking and told me it was ok when I had that teensy tiny sip of champagne at Jodie's weeding.

You CAN do it, too.

I've also heard the cleanse is really good for addictions like drugs, smoking and drinking, so if you have any of those problems and would like to quit, do it! And hit me up for some encouragement.

Mmm....some mixed greens sure do sound tasty right now.

Cleanse Day Nine

Well, today went by much easier than I expected and I am very happy to be much closer to eating solid food again. I was feeling really toxic again today and my allergies were kicking my butt. I really didn't want to go to practice, but still went anyway. I figured they needed people to show up since there is a game on Saturday, even if I can't go. I am now starting to think I shouldn't have bothered.
Practice was going ok and I was feeling really run down but still gave it the effort. Until a particular player (who tends to do fucked up things to other players at practice pulled me and I landed on my knee. Now I understand that maybe he's trying to get us more prepared for playing, but I just felt it was completely unecessary. After that, my knee was pretty fucked up, but I still kept trying to go. Now my cleats have been poking through on my left shoe and it hurts like hell to run in them, even with Dr. Scholl's in there. Anyway, I ended up leaving because I thought my cleanse was slipping out. I got to the car to change my shoe and lifted my right foot to rest on my knee while I untied and took of my shoe. Damn, it hurt like hell when it touched my knee (the one I landed on). I just became very angry at that point and asked myself, "Why am I doing this?"

I didn't have an answer.

I guess my heart just isn't in it anymore.

Master Cleanse Day 8

Lord AM I HUNGRY!!!

I heard from people that by this point, they don't even think of food. Ever since I went to Jodie's wedding (which was freaking amazing,really, the most awesome wedding I've ever attended), I've been wanting to. Still I am excited that I've had the self-control not to eat since Sunday of last week. I can barely believe it myself, I even asked for prayer to get me through the next last three days of it. Wednesday will be my last day and I'm trying to decide if it's bittersweet or not. When I'm stuffing tacos into my face I'm sure that bitter part will be long gone.
Tomorrow I'm guessing will be the day when all the weird chain of caca comes out of me, that was the whole reason I was doing this. To get the stuff built up on my intestinal wall removed.
On the bright side, I've lost 13 pounds and my joints feel much better. I breathe much easier and I smell EVERYTHING!
I have been told that when you have craving for something while you're on the cleanse, it means your body is cleaning out the toxins was left behing by those things giving you the cravings. I guess my body is cleaning out food from my system.
Anyway, two days left!

Master Cleanse

If you didn't already know, Wayne (a co-worker and friend of mine) talked me into doing the master cleanse with him. The one where you drink a lemonade made with Maple Syrup, Lemon Juice and Cayenne Pepper. Before bed, you're advised to take senna leaf tea and in the morning a salt water flush (a liter of lukewarm water with a tablespoon of sea salt added).
I'm on day six. And you're right, the only thing I've ingested since Sunday night has been that lemonade and aside from what I listed above, a cup of mint tea (that was a serious treat).
If you're not familiar with Michael Losier, he wrote the book The Law of Attraction The Science of Getting More of What You Want and Less of What You Don't.
Anyway, we hung out with him on Wednesday and he's a pretty cool guy to hang around with. We talked about me being on the master cleanse and that he's also done it about three times. He told me a little about what I shoud expect and explained that he was impressed by the fact that I as able to sit with people who eating and not eat a thing, myself.
Anyway, I went his seminar at Celebrate Your Life, with was wonderful. The part that was not so wonderful was that day five must have been the day your body starts kicking out some REALLY nasty stuff. I as bloated, REALLY bloated. I've also noticed on day 2 or 3 that my sense of smell has been dramatically hightened. I've also noticed I'm coughing up a LOT of mucus.
Anyway, I was fairly ok in the morning, but in the after noon, the gas decided for me that it would be making it's exit. I somehow managed to keep myself from running out of the Sheraton screaming like a tranny banshee and finished listening to the seminar. Luckily the people in front of me made hasty exit. After they left, I got up to try to leave and as I was walking away I let a very silent and even more deadly one slip out. I smelled. BAD! Anyway, Eric wanted me to talk with some other people that our Law of Attraction group meets in Tempe, to get more people to show up. Well, while we were talking, an other one slipped. I smelled SO bad, it smelled as though someone took a nasty shit in the middle of the room. It was time for me to leave.
On the bright side, Thursday was the last day the salt water flush would burn on it's way out (also called a "hot stool"), I read that when this happens it's because your body is kicking out A LOT of toxins.
By the way, I'm down 13 pounds since Monday. At this point, I'm wondering if I can make 14 days. I'm told that is the duration of time it takes to get rid of irritable bowel syndrome.

Hmmm.......

Last Saturday's Game

Last Saturday was our game against Thunderbird. The ball is just behind one of my feet. The next one is me making my first tackle in the game, I'm in white. The first one is us winning a scrum. This last picture is from a ruck, that's me on the ground trying to keep the ball on our side.
What really sucked was that they had this Samoan family on their team that isn't part of their team. They actually play for a team in Gilbert, which is a few divisions above us.
Maybe next time they'll bring their own players.

Later at the drink up, I decided I'd have my first drink in about a week and a half. Normally, I drink light beer, if I can be convinced to drink it. I saw someone brought Stella and decided to have a drink. It ended up making me feel really gross. I told Tony I was feeling like I was going to have to throw up. He said I should just get it over with. I did, except it couldn't just be a little bit of vomit. It was like, projectile. Three times. (I'd once heard that sometimes when vomiting, people can release on the back end, too and crap their pants, this made me a little weary.).
I did feel better after that.
Later a few of us were sitting around talking and this guy who has had some drama with me decided it was a good time to tell everyone I'd slept with his boyfriend (incidently, the guy that was his boyfriend told me they weren't together when I did, when I did find out they were together I stopped talking to him). I responded by telling him that he knows what he got with his boyfriend and that if he hasn't figured it out by now it's his own problem.

Later we went to Mary Coyle's for ice cream. Ruben told me that I didn't hear what he told the guy. He said that he was pissed of that the guy said that in front of everyone trying to make me look bad. Anyway, I'd gotten up to use the restroom and Ruben told him, and I quote as closely as I can, "Uh, *said person* slept with half the team," and he went on to mention that he needs to get off my back. He also told me that it got very uncomfortable within the group after that.

I'd already considered Ruben to be a good friend, but this really solidifies it.

I did tell Ruben however, that I knew they all knew the story and that I really didn't care what the guy said or thought about me. If he wants to be stupid and stay with someone who is probably screwing around on him as we speak, it's his own stupid fault.

So I Prayed About It

This last week, while at church, there was a guest pastor was introduced as an ex-homosexual who is now married and has nine kids. I forgot the term they used, but it was along the lines of "cured" or recovered. This sent me into an internal conflict I haven't seen since I was 18 years old and came out to my mother. I felt heaviness on my and asked God to tell me what is right and what is not.

He answered.

He helped me realize that I wasn't afraid of what how he felt toward me, but how THEY felt toward me. The people at my church don't know, yet, that I am gay and I am thinking I should follow suit with my friend Shane and go to a church where I am not afraid to tell people I am gay.

The Loneliness of Recovery

This weekend I spent a lot of time with my mom. She was looking for a dress for my brother's wedding. She had a particular blue in mind. Incidently, she ended up buying the first one she found when I went with her the week before. Yes, I'm my mother's stylist. Shut up.
I've been trying to spend as much time as I can at home on the weekends, at least at night. I want to make sure I steer clear of any situation that would tempt me to drink when I am driving myself anywhere. The more I'm around my mom, the less inclined I am to go drinking.
Saturday, I had the car wash to do for the Storm and was planning on going to Nikki's party for her baby. When I got home, I found out my mother was planning to go get the dress she liked. I told her I'd rather she didn't drive herself, especiall since she had taken her pain medication. I had to cancel on Nikki. I figured, maybe we'll get done early enough that I can go meet the guys from my rugby team at the Fair (they had plans to go that night).
We went and got the dress for my mom and then she wanted to see if she found any shoes she liked. She didn't. Then she reminded me that she was making menudo and still needed to get the stuff to make it. So much for the fair. I ended up getting home at 9:30.
Lately, I've been trying to find people who will go running with me. I realized Tod spends a lot of time with his parents, who also live in Laveen. I text him to tell him if he ever wants to go running and he is in the area, to give me a call. He then decides to call me and tell me they are all still at the fair. Suddenly, I felt very alone. I really wanted to be out with my friends having fun. I wished at least one of them would have come over to hang out. I know I have Jesus and all and that I'm never really alone, but I would have really liked to have someone around. I could have met someone out and gone drinking, but I didn't want to do that. Every so often I do feel lonely, like when I'm going to bed, but this was different. That feeling that what I'm going through, I'm having to go through alone.
Anyway, I ended up coming home on after choir practice on Sunday and had the exact same feeling. Everyone was already in bed and only the kitchen lights were on.

I just didn't want to feel that way.

Don't Take Me There

Last night I had a couple interesting things happen. On the way home, I had to stop by the yerberia (herb store for mexicans and overly-optimistic non-mexicans). I knew of one that was on the way home, but I'd never actually been inside. I walked inside and suddenly my mother and myself feel as though we walked onto the set of a Cheech and chong movie. I got what I needed for about $5 (take that chain drug stores) and when we left, we smelled as though we'd just walked out of a bar.
I decided I wanted to get a hair cut before going out later to see some friends from high school at Ra. I walk into a salon and ask if the only person working that night could get me in. She could. Ten minutes later she calls me and asks what I want. She wasn't understanding me and was discouraging me from getting what I wanted. Although, my first red light should have been the fact that a salon was going to charge me $12 for a hair cut, I still failed to stop when she proceeded to tell me that I really don't want my hair the way I was describing. I decided to use my phone to find a picture of the hair cut I wanted. I found it and showed it to her and she looked at it and went ok with, but was kind of dismissive about it. As I was driving home, I realized that, in addition to not doing what asked, she left the side of my head (toward the top a little longer than the hair above it. What the hell kind of bozo the clown cut is that?

I also later note that the sides were bumpy. At one point I explained to her that normally I don't have to going into so much detail when Defons cuts my hair, but I also pay $35 (plus tip). The only comfort I take from this situation was that I had gas and when she was cutting my hair was the time it decided to start making it's exits. They were silent and dissipated quickly. Lucky for me, she was frosting someone's hair and the chemicals in the frosting mixture was overpowering my glade wisp scents.
Anyway, I get home and take a shower, Gary FINALLY picks me up and we go to Ra. On the way, I told him I did not want to go to a particular bar because I did not compose myself in a manner becoming of a lady the last time I was there.

Anyway, we go to Big Bang and I impress my friends with my falsetto singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody. BTW, Sarah's husband is nasty and out of control when he's performing. SO MUCH FUN!
We leave Big Bang after not very long and decide to hit central Phoenix. Guess where we end up. That place where I didn't want to go. We weren't even ten feet in the bar when someone walks in and tells me, I'm glad you're still alive, I tried to help you, you wouldn't be helped.....etc. Gary then tells the guy that he should have called him. I instantly respond that he wasn't answering his phone. So much for trying to go unnoticed. I wasn't enjoying myself and luckily the music sucked, so we decided to go Denny's. Turns out we had more fun at the restaurants than at the bars.

Funny how things start to change when you get older.

Some of my LOLz

So I am addicted to Failblog.org and pundit kitchen.com.

They even let you make your own with pictures they post on their website.

Here are some of mine.


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That's Alan Greenspan.....google it bitches.

I Love Joan Rivers

This weekend I was watching LOGO and a Joan Rivers Special is on. I lover watching Logo late at night because people actually curse. Anyway, audience members were able to ask questions and Joan would respond.
I just want to let you know that I have been a fan of Joan Rivers since I was a kid. I used to stay up and watch her late night show because I used to just love watching her. I also have to point out that I somehow make connections with older jewish women. They tend to be really smart-assed women with a great sense of humor and they really don't give a shit who gets pissed off about what they say. Anyway, one thing that really impressed me about this particular show was that she mentioned that one thing she always does is tell the truth. I really respect her for telling the truth because it can be very difficult for people to do.
In honor of Joan Rivers I'm going to be honest with you. I've had a drinking problem. I wouldn't call myself an alcoholic, but when I do drink I drink too much and in a few cases, this has gotten me in some trouble. In other cases (by the grace of God) I've narrowly stayed out of trouble. Last week I decided to ask for help from a few friends and was happy to see they were willing to be available for me to do things that don't involve going to a bar.

Thank you Joan Rivers, your honesty helped me.

PS-My first performance as a member of the Laveen Baptist Church Choir is this coming Sunday. I'm REALLY excited!

People Are Stupid

I really get irritated with people who walk slow.

Apparently, so does this guy.

Flagstaff 10's

I was up very early in the morning to ride up to Flagstaff with Tony, Ling-Ling (Brian) and Kevin (token straight guy). We left Phoenix at about 4:40am. It was cold and windy in Flagstaff and I played the second half of the first game and all of the other two games. The first game sucked in the first half and it looked like I may have been in a fight with one of the guys on the other team. I don't know what it is, but I'm not sure if it suprises guys on other teams when they are ready for a fight and I jump right back in their face. I don't know if they think that because we're a gay team that we're going back off when they get pissed off. Now, I don't go looking for fights, but when you grow up ghetto, you NEVER show that you are afraid of someone else.
Anyway, we lost that game, but we did score.
The second game was against a team of firefighters from somewhere in Nevada. I wonder how it was they were even able to play in our division. They were really good. I guess I have to look on the bright side, that playing better teams makes you have to get better. We scored in this game too. This was when it started raining. By the end of the game, my shoes and socks were soaked. After the end of the game, my adrenaline level went way down and I was freezing, it was so called, my testicles ascended. I was REALLY cold. I endedup sitting in Tony's car until he came and got me to tell me it was time for the next game. I told him I didn't think I could play an other game, it was so cold. He offered to let me use an extra pair of socks he had (that were dry).
I only had time to change one sock when our coach said the game was about to start. That one dry sock made all the difference in the world. At one point, I prayed that it would get warmer, Dear Jesus, I can't do this, please make it warmer. Well, halfway through the game, it stopped raining and the clouds broke. So much better. We didn't win that last game either, but we did score. We didn't to all that great at this tournament, but we did a hell of a lot better than the last time we were there and that's what really mattered to me. It also mattered that Simon told me that when he put me on the field, it made an immediate difference.

It's nice to be appreciated.

People Are Stupid

On the way to work, I came to a normally low-traffic street. The street was backed up an entire block. As the traffic started moving, I saw that two people were having a conversation from their cars, in the middle of the street.

People are Stupid

It annoys when I go to a food place to get something to eat and someone in front me waits until they get to the front of the line to read the menu. Usually it's a woman (call me sexist if you want, but this is observation).

Can't these people read the menu when they're staring off into space DOING NOTHING?

I Hope, I Hope, I Hope

This weekend is going to be NUTS-ASS KRAZY. Like that guy from South Side Posse who would stand outside of the school fence while I was at band practice and yell at us to shut the fuck up. I hope that provided you with the type crazy I'm aiming to convey.
So Friday, I hope to get some new lugs for my cleats because I hand't tightened them in three practices and they wore in such a way that when I tightened them, every footstep was just painful enough to make me want to wear my backs' cleats.

Aluminum lugs + Phoenix dirt = ow, ow, ow and bruises on the bottom of my feet. Yes, think about it.

That's really all I have planned. I wanted to take my neice to the artwalk, but since I have to leave early Saturday morning for Flagstaff, I'll probably sleep instead.
Saturday is the 10's Tournament in Flagstaff. We'll probably play three games, but since 10's games are only 20 minutes with a one minute break in between, it's still less than a full 15's match. Well, I'll be riding with Tony and Jay (and probably Brian) up and back that day. Sunday, church, then the Rainbows Festival for work and then choir practice Sunday night.
The only thing that kind of concerns me about Saturday is a tear in my hamstring. It feels like it's healed, but I'm still a little worried that it's been a little tight and may re-tear.
Anyway, I'll keep you posted on how we do.

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Monroe Transfer

I've heard of a lot of stuff in my life and when people usually tell me about sexual stuff that's unconventional, I usually laugh because I have a sick sense of humor. Today I came across a term that was just gross: Monroe Transfer

According to UrbanDictionary.com:
monroe transfer 273 up, 15 down
When one person sticks a tube in their ass and then sticks it in someone else's ass and shits in their ass.


GROSS......Serious....that's just nasty.

Who does things like?

I guess it follows a saying I have, "If you can imagine it, someone's into it."

yuck.

My Shirts and Skins Blog on myspace.com/sportsoutloud

I know I'm not a journalist, but here is my blog on Shirts and Skins on Logo that is posted on www.myspace.com/sportsoutloud.

Unfortunately, I missed it on Monday, but caught the rerun this weekend. I was really impressed by how well this was done. From what I gathered, this was REAL reality. Snaps to the crew for making this so believable. Most reality shows do have that staged feeling to them. In this case, I felt that was going on, really happened without too much direction from the makers of this documentary/reality show.
On to the show.
It opens with Mike giving a brief history of the Rockdogs (I thought this was really cool) and makes mention of the four gold medals the team has won at the Gay Games (pretty impressive). Then he goes on to mention that after their last gold in 2006, the team kind of started to fall apart. The focus of the show is their preparation for the 2008 National Gay Championship in Chicago.
Mike goes on to talk about how they're all being brought back together two weeks before the championship in a training house obtained by some of the former Rockdogs players.
Next we see the guys practicing and meet Alex and "Papa Joe", the coach and team manager, respectively. Alex emphasizes that there were people who were around for him when he moved to San Francisco and that his part in the team is to "pay it forward" for the next group of players. Papa Joe is more focused on the fact this they are not just a team, but a family. From the beginning, we get that Papa Joe really is the heart of the team. He's their cheerleader and their mentor. He appears to have quite a bit of wisdom to impart on these young men.
We also got to see something many people don't think about when they think about gay sports, the business side. We get to the Rockdogs first team meeting. Rory points out that there are many other teams out there want to defeat them. He wants to make sure they know there is major work to be done and that their wins aren't going to be something that just happens because they show up. They also have a little bit of discussion about their opponents. Papa Joe lets them know that they have to work to raise some money, in addition to work they have to do on the court. As we all know, travel is expensive and this is a group of people that will be traveling together. Prostitution anyone? We also get a little bit of foreshadowing about the maturity levels of some of the players, at this point.
A conversation between Rory and Jamel follows. Rory appears to be doing what friends do, listen and help you figure things out, but Jamel is being pretty vague about things. They both mention how important family is to both of them. Jamel transitions the conversation to Mike jumping on him while he was "slumbering" the night before.
We then get a little more about Jamonce (Jamel). Mike tells us that he loves attention, and he appears to be right. He's also very clear that the rest of them enjoy this because it's pretty good entertainment. And then, it gets serious. Jamel is out on the balcony with some of the guys reading the Bible. Rory proceeds to ask if Jamel thinks being gay is a choice and he responds by saying, "Trust me, it's a choice," with a look that supports his confidence in his opinion. Rory seems very disturbed and possibly offended by his remarks (which are understandable) and of few of the others players appear to be troubled. Chris however, is very calm in stating that Jamel is very young and remembers himself at that age and understands that Jamel is going to figure things out in his own time. What wisdom! I and a friend of mine thought it peculiar that a gay team would have such a low level of tolerance for someone's opinions; when people are passionate about what they believe, this is to be expected.
Hmmm....I wonder if Chris is going to be the voice of reason in a few other situations.
Papa Joe shows up a little later and Rory takes him to where Rory keeps his things. He shows Papa Joe Jamel's Bible and tells him about the conversation from earlier. This leads Papa Joe to engage Jamel about his beliefs. The conversation goes nowhere and Joe seems even more frustrated than he would have been if he'd have just left it alone.
In the second half of the show, we get to how the Rockdogs really play. Initially there is some concern about the Fire Department, their opponents. Pete's impression is that the Fire Department will be exactly like some of the other gay teams they will be playing in Chicago, while Mike worries that DeMarco's absence will affect them negatively. "We gonna lose," is the sentiment given by Jamel, which (understandably) frustrates Mike.
Well, after seeing this game, you can see that these guys can really play and have a considerable amount of talent. At the half, the Dogs were ahead and their focus was on defense. The Fire Department looked as though they less confident and more frustrated. They beat the Fire Department (a pretty imposing team) with a score of 129-95. Pete's felt he could see in their faces that they weren't very happy to lose to a gay team. At this point, Papa Joe feels much more confident about the team.
Note to Pete: ROSS!?!?!?
DeMarco makes his arrival after the game. Everyone seems very happy to see him except for his cousin, Jay. Maybe we'll find out a little more about that later.
Oddly enough, we catch the team praying at dinner. Interesting.....
Coach Alex then talks to the players about the game and there is discussion about how the game went. Papa Joe shares his frustrations and demands the players respect their coach and have more confidence in what he's doing. On the side, Jay and Jamel have an argument that escalating and getting more and more out of hand until Chris becomes emotional about the lack of respect some players have for each other and how little the fighting gets accomplished. The episode ends with Chris saying, "For what, for what?"

Practice Day #2

Last night was our second practice of the regular season. I made, I don't know how and I did. I even managed to get through the entire practice without barfing. The forwards coach, Aime, usually judges how tough practice is by how many times I throw up (kind of a joke, but kind of not).
I was really happy to see so many of the new guys from Tuesday's practice returned.
I have to say, I'm very impressed with Simon, the new forwards coach. He's able to point out little nuances about the game that we may not have figured out on our own. He also told me I was doing a good job. It's nice to be acknowledged.
One thing I will say about him is he has a VERY VERY thick Irish accent and at times, it's hard not to imagine Fat Bastard saying some of the things he says. Like when he told us to catch the ball with our hands, "not with your chest, or your belly, or your love handles." I know it doesn't convey very well in text form, but to hear him say it is pretty damn funny.

Back to Rugby

Yesterday was our first practice of the rugby pre-season. I have to tell you I was REALLY happy to get back. I was very worried that I would be really out of shape, but I surprised myself. I was in better shape than I imagined. I thought I lost everything I'd worked up to last season, but that this not to be the case.

We have a new coach and sometimes it's funny listening to him because he has an Irish accent. His coaching is completely serious, though.

I can't wait to see what kind of shape he's going to whip me into later this season. Maybe I'll post pictures......maybe.

Mexican Word of the Day

Mexican Word of the Day: Ideal.

That beesh down the street came over and wanted some coke, but I told her, "Pendeja, ideal pot!"

Mexican Word of the Day

Mexican word of the day:

Carbon Dioxide

I bought my vieja a jewelry box that was lined with velvet on the inside and La Virgen the Guadalupe carbon dioxide.

I Love My Job

I really like my workplace because, as I mentioned when I worked at Charles Schwab, I'm an HR nightmare!

I love the fact that I can walk up to the 60+ lady at the front desk (who just went to Canada for her son's gay wedding) that she doesn't have any band-aids left because she used them all on her lavial rejuvenation.

I also like the fact at least once every day I say something to my boss, to which he responds, "I hate you."

Hummus

Don't have hummus for lunch on any day you're taking psyllium husk.

Just an FYI.

All this for lunch.

(Unnamed friend will be referenced as "UF")

Me: You at work today?
UF: Yes
Me: Have you had lunch yet?
UF: No
Me: Can you have pizza?
UF: Been trying to stick to a diet but it depends on what kind of pizza I suppose...
Me: What do you want to have?
UF: I'm open. Tell me what your thinking and I'll tel you if I like it or not. LOl
Me: I don't like how that works
UF: Well I don't know what to say
Me: How about I go to Venezia's for pizza and if you want something else you can go somewhere else (suggesting I'm going to lunch by myself and screw you).
UF: Where is that? And what is around it?
Me: Southern and Mill, next to LA Fitness
UF: OH. There's nothing really over there. Have fun with the pizza! :-)
Me: Ok (exasperated he didn't get my screw you reference).
UF: Sorry buddy. I'm up for meeting up. But I can't think of any place for me to eat around there.
Me: Pita Jungle
UF: Yeah I could do that. I think they have pizza there too (side note: not the kind of pizza I want).
Me: OK what time.........

From 6:30-10:30 I will be busy

I am super-giddy about the olympics opening ceremonies tonight that I've already told a few people not to bother me or ask me to meet them out while it's on. I have been waiting to see the opening ceremonies since the closing ceremonies of the last olympics in Greece when the named where the next ones would be held.

I want to see the costumes, performances and stuff. I will have my eyes GLUED to the TV to see the acrobats and dancers. I'm even excited there may even be Chinese opera singers (which is totally odd).

I'm also really excited about the gymnastics and swimming events and I want to see if Dara Torres wins gold again in her 40's.

Wrestling...hehehe.....yeah, I'll be watching that too, and powerlifting....track and field.....I can't wait....

Work It

I received a post on my myspace page from Orlando earlier this week and ever since then I've been showing it to everyone I possiblly can.



Jackie Hell Cracks my shit up.

Well, It's been a very long time since I've blogged so I guess it's time for me to do it again. I have a very good reason, I met someone on Tuesday. He's a tall blonde guy from Detroit. I had a very good time hanging out with him on Tuesday. If you can believe it, he's even more out of control than me. Really.
Last night he said he might be out at Charlies. I ended up meeting him there. We had a lot of fun. He works for US Airways and was pointing out all these people who were flight attendants that he used to work with or knew or works with now. This led me to observe the fact that there are a lot of flight attendants at gay bars at any given time.
Anyway, I just realized that he kind of reminds me of Dane Cook.

Ooh Oooh Ooh Ooh Oooohhhh......

I got a New Attitude.
Hey Everyone, the brace came off last Wednesday!!! I really enjoyed the two days without them. What sucked is that I went back Friday to get my retainer for my upper teeth and my permanent retainer for my lower teeth.
In those two days my teeth started moving back, so the orthodontist told me to wear my retainer that day. Luckily, I was given a retainer that looks like invisalign, which was kind of cool. What wasn't cool was when I woke up the next morning and felt like I was donkey punched in the face. Not nice.

Friday, hey.....or something.

I made it through an other month and while I could say it was lackluster, I'd prefer to say it was a great month. I WAS a great month, I have a home and not only that, but I was able to help someone who was about to be in my postion. I am so grateful for the fact that someone helped me and I was able to help someone else. I am also grateful that I can type very fast, so that it doesn't take very long to write my blogs.
Last weekend, I was shopping with my mom to get stuff for the house and she decided she wanted a new bed set. She saw something that was a chocolate brown and light blue and decided that was what she should have. Well, what we saw ran about $200 bucks, so she decided to get curtains instead. It was a total score because we found some one clearance for about $20 a panel. She got those, but we got the wrong size, my dad measure our sliding door from the wrong place. Well, we went back the next day and had to go to a different store that had the length we needed. Once we found the curtains, my mother decided to see what bed sets they had on sale. We ended up find a bed set she wanted for $30. Serious. I even got one too, but not in the same color. I also decided to try Kinoki foot pads. Yeah, I know, I'll let you know if they work or not.

We've Moved In

So this week, we finally closed on the house. I'm so happy to no longer be homeless. It's a great feeling. I'm also very happy to be around my parents again. I started a new workout regimen, P90X. It's pretty darn awesome, I think it's really going to whip my butt into shape. I did yesterday's and today's workouts and I'm excited to see how I look come September. I feel so good about myself having some the two workouts.

On a side note, I've gone to lunch with my friend Mike, a few times. Mike is a friend of mine who's had some pretty bad luck in the last few years. It came up in coversation that he looked up an old friend who had once emailed him to tell him they would no longer be friends. I mentioned how that happens to him more than with anybody else I know. It's like his friends are in third grade telling him they don't want to be his friend anymore. Mike is a 52-year old white gay male with a body that must have been carved by the hand of God. He's not obvious about his sexuality, in fact, if I didn't know him so well, I would doubt he were gay at all. Mike is regular guy. He enjoys fitness and loves exercising.
On Tuesday, Mike was telling me that a straight friend of his was starting a new "business opportunity." I told him it sounds like something for which I would see a paper sign by the side of the road that sits about 3" above the ground. "Work from home!" One of those things. Mike said that he was glad we were going to lunch because it got him out of his friend's presentation. He said he'd told this guy that he couldn't meet him because he was meeting someone else. The guy told him to bring me along. Mike told the guy that he didn't think I would be interested in it. He was right.

Anyway, Mike later sends me the following email (I did get his permission first):

Hi Alfonzo,
I'm beginning to think everybody in the world is a little crazy. You know my friend Jason that wanted to talk to me about "getting rich quick" and wanted to involve you this moring over lunch? He comes over my house about an hour ago. It tuns out he's involved in a multi-level marketing scheme. A pyramid. You sign up to this "Bio-Gen" company, which only exists online, and give them your credit card number. They automatically enroll you for a $60 deduction for a bottle of "colon-cleaner" or some other odd health pill that you're required to buy and gets sent to you each month Now your job is to sign up 3 people. They sign up 3 people and you get a $1,110 Visa prepaid card every month. That's your commission. If you sign up more than 3 people they take out $120 from your account and you get a VISA card for $2,000 minus $120. But they are only gift cards. You can't withdraw cash out of a gift-card, which is what I tried to tell Jason.You can't invest that money in a !RA account. You can't take it out for cash in an emergency.
He got mad at me and said "Are you trying to tell me that you can't use a VISA card with $1,100 on it each month to buy things? I told him, no, frankly the money would be much more beneficial to me if it were cash in my account. I earned it. Why can't I have it that way? And what company makes me pay "them" each month before I get my commissoin check? I can't pay my mortgage with a credit card. I can't pay my utilities with a gift card, etc.. I can't invest that money or pay down my bank loan. It's like buying one of the credit cards in a grocery store as a gift for someone. That's nice and all but not useful unless you have something specific to buy with it. AND it's all taxed 50% at the end of the year!
Jason, got real mad at me. I could see his face getting red. He unplugged his computer, told me I was so skeptical and negative he doesn't know why he even bothered coming by! Then he slammed his laptop shut and stormed out of the house without even saying a word. It is me! I'm convinced! I'm going on Oprah or Dr. Phil to talk about my unique human experience in my ability to alienate people.
My question is this: Can I count this experience as another kiss-off email from a friend like I'm so used to getting since it was in person and not via email??? LOL.! Man, I give! I'll tell you this...the more I'm around people the more I love my dog = )

MIKE

My Response:

I think you attract wierdos.

Can I post this on my blog?

I Only Waited a Week This Time

The week is finally over and I am so glad for it. We are surprisingly not going out of our minds with our upcoming swimsuit issue. Everything is lined up and in order, including the swimsuits and models. Everything is running so smoothly.

Last weekend my clutch went out, I think. I would step on the gas and the car was very slow to get moving. I'm thinking it's only going to cost like, $200 to fix. I was WRONG! Try $550! Oh well, life goes on, but I had to find a car I could drive in the meantime. Luckily my very good friend Tony offered to let me drive his car until I get mine fixed (he never god rid of his old car). It's pretty good on gas, so I have something to be greatful for.

More GOOD NEWS! My mom signed the title paperwork on her house today and she can probably get the keys to the house on Tuesday! I'm so glad because she's really been stressing out staying at my brother's house. I only lasted three days there before I finally went nuts (the kids are so loud). I now see how people can go crazy and kill an entire family. I feel a lot better because this was a huge stress on my mother, and the house is REALLY nice. Granite slab countertops, 8ft high doors, upgraded hardware, 42" cabinets. It's amazing! I will be so happy to be back with them again. To be completely honest, I really started to miss everyone.

I have my new haircut. After watching it grow out of control, my mom finally couldn't handle it any more and cut it (maybe she was just bored, a combination of both?). Anyway, I'll have a new picture up as soon as I can.

Have a great weekend and keep you outlook positive!

Sorry, I know It's Been a While, Again

I haven't been very good about writing lately, but I've been staying with a friend of mine since my foreclosure and he doesn't have internet access at home. I'm also not the type to go and hangout at Starbucks just to use the internet. Could be that coffee gives me gas and I don't drink it very often so there's not the option of sitting there with coffee. Anyway, my parents (who lived with me) are in the process of buying a house, and believe it or not, it's even way nicer than the one we moved out of.
The last month has been kind of strange, Rick (the friend (I'm staying with), has been really good about me staying in his house, but his rabbit hasn't been very happy that I've taken his room. This weekend, Rick's sister came to visit from Colorado. She and her husband are very nice people and I really enjoyed chatting with them. Still, it's a little difficult being in someone else's house.
After three weeks apart from my family, I started to miss them a lot. I ended up spending the better part of last weekend at my brother's house, where my mom and dad are staying in the meantime. My mother is starting to feel really stressed out about being in someone else's house. I really don't blame her and to be completely honest, I miss her the most. I am at my older sister's house today because she was in an accident this morning and that's where my mother's been.

On the bright side, things are looking up at work and since I've last posted, I've finished reading the first five books of the bible, which were written by Moses. I've also read Joshua, Judges, Ruth and started reading I Samuel today. I've really learned a lot about my readings. I've found that God does not expect us to be perfect, but he does expect us to try. I just wish my trying was more effective.

Long Time No Hear

I actually wrote this blog on Monday, but didn't post it until now.


Today, Buddy (the editor where I work) mentioned something about sending some magazines to Ted (our former editor, who now works for GLAAD). The last time Ted called, I told Buddy to ask Ted why is it the first time I hear anything from Ted in months is when he wants something. Ted, of course, was on the phone when I said this and I said it loud enough for Ted to hear me say it. Today, I mentioned Ted never emailed me the address to send the magazines. Ted said that Buddy told him I got all bitchy about it. I told Ted that he knows me and that it was only 25% bitchy and the rest was smart ass. I also told Ted that he would have to email me directly and not tell someone else to ask me to do it.

Here is a bit about the weekend.

Last Friday was my best friend Gary’s 30th birthday. Now, he can’t talk about how he’s younger than me, because now he is in his thirties, too. So I went and met him and Chris and another friend of theirs before the Margaret Cho show. I didn’t get to see her because I didn’t know if I’d have the money for the tickets at the time. I also had a friend who worked at Chase Field find out if he could get them for free. He forgot to do this. I missed Margaret and that sucks.
I and Joseph ended up going to get something to eat. He was happy because he found another job and starts on Tuesday. After we ate, we met Gary at Amsterdam. Chris was not with him. Apparently they had a disagreement and Chris took off walking. They had they had both been drinking and were not in their right minds (if they in fact have “right minds”). Later I get a call from Gary that Chris left him walking at 7th Ave & Southern. I was on the way from Amsterdam to Cellblock and had to turn around and go pick Gary up. By the time I got to where he was, he was about a half mile from someone’s house where he wanted me to take him. I thought I might kill him. I told I already drove all the way from downtown because he wanted a ride home and that’s where I was going to take him. Then he told me that he’s just going to turn and go back to where he was. I told him then he can get himself there, FROM HOME. At the intersection of 27th Ave & Baseline he told me he was going to get out of the car (I have a ’98 Mitsubishi Eclipse and he was in the back seat, this was impossible) and he motioned for the door. At this point I turn around in a very paternal voice I told him, “SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP AND I DON’T WANT TO HEAR A DAMN WORD FROM YOU UNTIL WE GET BACK TO YOUR HOUSE.” I didn’t think that would work, but it worked. Unfortunately it made Joseph VERY uncomfortable. It made me feel a LOT better.

I'll Miss You Grito

Monday, I had to be completely out of my house. I had to move all my things by myself because my parents were already done moving everything else. I really am ok over losing the house and I've really been able to keep my head on straight. I was until my told me my dad isn't going to want the dog at the new house they move to. Then my brother told me I couldn't keep the dog at his house (you're welcome for those months you lived at my house rent free and didn't work).
I ended up trying to find a home for my dog on the very last day I had to be in the house before it went up for auction. So we tried my aunt who said she wanted a dog before, but they said they couldn't take him. Then we tried a friend of my mom's who kept mentioning her brother in law who really wanted a dog, but when we asked them, he had to check with his wife and apparently, they didn't want him.
My brother's girlfriend ended finding out that her sister in law wanted a new dog because the one they had wanted to attack their baby. My dog wouldn't do that, so it sounded like a good fit.
I wasn't there when they came to get him at my brother's house and it's a good thing I wasn't because I probably would have broken down and started crying. Since then it's about the only thing that I've been upset about with the whole situtation. Last night, I finally had that breakdown. I tried to sleep, but woke up a couple of times. I'll miss my dog quite a bit, but I take comfort in the fact that he has a good home.
On the bright side, I'm really in a position of freedom where I have essentially nothing tying me down.

HOORAY FOR FREEDOM!

What a mess

Last night, my parents decided we'd move out of the house this weekend. I've been trying to find a place to stay in case I don't feel right infringing on my brother. Fortunately, I'm blessed with some great friends who have offered to let me stay with them in the meantime. Tonight, we're supposed to go look at some houses, my mother and my sister are going to get one (since my credit is now in the toilet). Anyway, I'm getting ready to go to work this morning and I get a call from my mom while she's at work. She told me that my dad just called her and said he's leaving her. I told her I would talk to her later because she was at work and I had to get going. I told my dad I would see him later on my way out and he didn't say anything.
On the way to work, I started thinking about how harsh that was. I mean, she had only been at work for a couple of hours and he did it over the phone. So my mother has to work through the rest of her day after getting a phone call from my dad that he's leaving her (it's my step-dad by the way). I'm guessing he'll go stay with one of my step-sisters or one of his sisters. I just can't believe he didn't wait for her to get home from work before telling her this. Maybe this was his way of telling her he'd be gone. After 18 years. I didn't see this coming at all.
Before this, I was considering this might be a great time for me to focus on getting out on my own again, and rebuilidng myself and some more independence. Maybe it will still work out that way. I don't want my mom to move out and be by herself. If she does get her own place, I'm the only one in our family that could go with her. Maybe things work out the way they're supposed to and I should just give it a rest.

Maybe it's time for me to find a second job, too.

Did you miss me?

Of course you did. I've been preoccupied with my foreclosure. I was working on going to Dublin to play rugby this summer but decided it's a frivolous expense. Maybe it'll still work out, but it's one less thing for me to worry about. I've been worried about where I'm going to get the money to pay for the flight and the stay and now that I've decided not to do it, I feel like I've lost twenty pounds (if only it REALLY worked that way). That's off my chest.....moving on....

I was feeling really tired this week and decided I need to get myself out of that mindspace. I didn't work out and I started eating sugary crap that isn't good for me. It wasn't a LOT of sugary stuff, but the fact that I did it at all was a problem in my mind. This morning I was even starting to wonder if I was depressed. Wouldn't you know it, on the way to work, I get a call from Michael Losier. Seriously, I'd mentioned him before, he's a law of attraction guru. Whenever I speak to him, it always get my mind right (in addition to my bible readings). Today he told me about something called Emotional Freedom Techinique. He asked me if I knew tanything about it and I mentioned that the only thing I knew about it was that a friend of mine looked rediculous when he does it (think polynesian witch doctor looking movements). Anyway, he talked me through it and my mental state moved from negative to neutral. Trust me, this is very positive because negative sucks! We're supposed to talk again in about 15 minutes.

What else is going on......uhhh....I didn't do shite last weekend because I kind of hurt my back, but I won't go into that or how it happened. Better you don't know.

My friend Joseph came over last night because he wanted to tan and he mentioned he has an interview with Terminex. He asked if I had a dress shirt he could borrow. I decided if he needed a dress shirt, he may need more. I asked what else he was wearing, by time he left, I decided he need to borrow a pair of pants and shoes as well. He's a really sweet guy, but I worried he wouldn't be taken seriously enough at his interview if he were dressed the way he was going to.

For now that's all. I hope to have something a little more fun to read in the future.

This Commercial is Just Wrong

I just saw this today on a mediapost email I'd received. It's a Burger King commercial for cheesy tots.

Like I said, it's just wrong.


DAMN IT!

I couldn't embed, here is the link:


http://youtube.com/watch?v=8NETmernV-o

This weekend and my sore butt

This weekend was quite a busy one. I did something on Friday night but at this time it escapes me. Hmmm......Anyway...Saturday was our second game against Yuma. Yuma is a team of straight guys, many of which are actively serving Marines (get you head out the gutter, if they were actively serving....never mind). They game was probably our best one against a straight team. I did have a problem though. My sprained wrist never completely healed and I decided I'd try to play. I managed to play five minutes. My wrist sprain took a hit when we were doing warm ups and I taped it so tight, I couldn't use it during the game. It was disappointing because I REALLY wanted to play this game. I guess I'll have to wait until we play Thunderbird again, which I'm not excited about because games against them always get ugly.
Anyway, off to the drink up. I had a lot of fund and Tony brought me some 3 Vodka. I didn't particularly care for it, but Shane (a half-Filipino, half-Irish friend of mine) said it was "Nice." Its vodka made from soy isolates. On a side note, Shane is from a part of the world that eats soy pretty often and he was in a college fraternity, so it's possible the combination of alcohol and soy may have been all he needed. Hehe....I know you'll get the joke, Shane.
I later went to hang out with Gary at the Spur Lounge in Laveen. I walked in in my rugby stuff and baseball cap on backwards, so the people he was with didn't recognize me right away. One of the owners came over and told me I had to turn my cap around. It ended up coming off and on for the whole night. I ended up doing a couple of songs on karaoke; Gary always wants me to do Scissor Sisters when I'm at Karaoke with him. What can I say, I have a tremendous falsetto. We ended up checking out the Silver Pony later on, but couldn't stay because I didn't bring my ID with me. Ooops.....

Sunday was Dancing with the Bars by Sway Events. It was a benefit for One Voice Community Center and it sold out. I was there representing Sports Out Loud and was given star treatment. I had a great time and the event was much better than what I expected (considering I didn't know WHAT to expect).
Of all the performers, JoJo from Amsterdam did the best job. She really kicked ass, so I HAD to vote for her. Congratulations JoJo. I also ran into Rocco. I've known him for a few years, he used to date a friend of mine; I still consider him a friend. He's always been very friendly and I do have to admit I enjoy his company.
I later ran into Andy (can't remember last name, but formerly of Matt and Andy). It was great to see him. He was in a VERY good mood and I had a great time hanging around with him and his friend (whose name escapes me, hmmm, this happens often).

I ended up finishing the night at Gary's house watching weeds.

So about this sore butt of mine. Tony and I changed our workouts again and it involved super setting. Reverse squats, sumo deadlifts, reverse decline squats, lunges, seated legs curls and leg extensions. I was walking like I had leg braces on by the time we were halfway through, but I did manage to hit that anabolic hot spot! I love that feeling. One thing that does happen which I don't like, is that I always get paranoid that I'm passing gas when I'm doing legs. I probably am. What can I do? I can act like someone else did it, that's what I can do.

Today, my butt is starting to feel sore and I have practice tonight. On the bright side, maybe I'll get all that lactic acid out.

PS-Please don't kill me coach Aime, I did legs last night and running is hard for bitches over 200 pounds.

Chongalicious

The Chonga: 1. hair tied together like a ponytail, usually at the top of a hispanic (usually mexican) girl's head. 

2. A hispanic girl (usually hanging around Echo Park or some other location near dwelling places of many Hispanics, like Miami, or Phoenix, or the Bronx) who wear her hair in a chonga.

I was at our Storm Car Wash last Saturday when an old frat brother of mine, Andy, mentioned a video on youtube call Chongalicious.  It reminded me of grade and high school when all the girl had their bangs curled over their foreheads or split down the middle or completely pulled back with the rest of their hair, which was slicked back into a ponytail on top of or near the back of the top of their head.  My little sister was really the only one of my sisters who was guilty of this offense.  Then again, she used to wear sweats and t-shirts to school every day.  I guess she saw no reason to hide from guys what they were going to get in ten year's time.  It could have also been that she was prone to getting into fights (usually with more than one person at the same time).   

This one goes out to all my chongas locas cruisin' at the Car Show.

Damn It, Jay!

Earlier this week I decided I should stop working out with Tony because it's at midnight and screws up my sleep and makes me late for work all the time. I've yet to tell him this, though. Anyway, I've been getting to work late everyday and my boss hasn't really said much about it, but I know it bugs him like mad.
Last night I decide to skip my late night workout and go to bed super early, like 8pm. I fell asleep and that was great! Come 9:30PM a text message wakes me up:

FYI Dublin gay pride run June 13-22


Woohoo!
_____________________________
From: Jay

Here is my thought when I wake up...GRRR.....

I tried to get back to sleep and couldn't. I decided I would take a Zyrtec because they always put me to sleep. I took one of those around 11PM. Still no sleep. Around midnight, I decide to make some chamomile tea. At this p0int, I found that "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" was on Turner Classic Movies so it wasn't a total disappointment. I Didn't realize Balenciaga had been around since the 50's (or before). By 1AM I decided to make some more chamomile tea. Still no sleep. Hey there's Marylin Monroe performing "Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend." "Tiffany's, Cartier, Harry Winston......," that's been stuck in my head all morning. Actually made start thinking about that 2 carat, very high-quality diamond I've been wanting........a big, TACKY diamond.....back to my story. I finally fall asleep around 2am and when I wake up this morning I DID NOT WANT TO GET UP. I finally got my ass out of bed around 10 am and didn't make it to work by noon. By this time I'm thinking boss man is going to kill me......he didn't.....at least not today.

I should have just gone to the gym.

African Booty Scratcher

Today, I was watching TV and was trying to find something to watch.  I came across HBO signature and saw "African Booty Scratcher."  I went about an other channel further when I wondered if I was what I really thought I saw.  I went back and I was right.  My mind didn't deceive me.  Turns out it was a pretty decent short film about a girl from West Africa who had to choose a prom dress to please her mother's roots as well as please her American tastes.  In the end, she comes out in this really cool green dress that mixes the two.  You may say the dress was hideous, but as any drag queen (or Christian Siriano) might tell you, it was FIERCE!

On a side note, I was listening to the radio and heard something about "Find out how you can enter to win a Laura Ashley inspired PT Cruiser."  I'm getting rigor mortis death chills just thinking about how that might look.  Either one is pretty repulsive on their own.

Mama Cass, Mama Cass

http://youtube.com/watch?v=3sO46RqQNuE

My title makes me think of Mama Cass son from "Beautiful Thing." The only exception is I'm wearing a my mother's bright yellow panty hose on my head in place of a blonde wig, just like Leah. "Don't ever let the light leeeeeave you."

Today I had an other coaching session with Micheal Losier. I think I'll refer to him as Mike, now. I was so nervous on that phone call. As I mentioned before, he has a show with Oprah, so that means he must be highly influential and wealthy. He told me to think of him as a friend. Considering what he is doing for me, he definitely is a friend. He would have to be to keep offering his very expensive services for free. Anyway, he helped me refocus my energy on things that I want by being greatful for the things that I already have and to remember that I am constantly receives "abundances" on a consistent basis. Well, by the time I got off the phone call I felt like my skin was going to explode right off my body, my enery was so focused. He even asked if I had a partner. I said no, he said say to yourself, I have the perfect partner. He then told me I have to believe what I am saying. I mentioned I think of myself at the perfect partner and he told me that was a whole different problem altogether. I decided to change my thoughts, and focus on attracting more personal wealth. I am very greatful to have received what I received today. Tomorrow I will have even more that I have today.

On to Jay's birthday dinner. That was FUN! Jay, Tony's partner (my workout partner and rugby teammate) turned 43 yesterday. Incidently, it was also Joan Crawford's 100th birthday. At point someone asked how old Mike was and I suggested counting the rings around his butthole. There were also a few sad queens sitting at the table behind us and they really had nothing of value to say about anything. We were all very happy when they left.
Oh, did I mention how Jay HATES having happy birthday sung to him. Well, they did it. And earlier when the server asked for his name, I told them it was Va-Jay-Jay. So when they sang to him they sung happyt birthday to Jay-Jay. He HATED, and that made the rest of us SO happy.

Once again, Happy Birthday, here's to becoming a crusty old queen!

Shut Up and Do It

Today, I had a wonderful conversation with superstar Law of Attraction Pracitioner Michael Losier. He has a show on the Oprah Station on XM Radio. He usually charges $500 for a coaching session, but since I attracted it, it cost me nothing but responsibility that comes with improving myself. I know I'm getting better every day, and my life is getting better every day. That's why I changed the name of my blog from "The Life of a Man Who Knows Better" to Better Every Day.
I know my life will get better every day and I'm putting it out to the universe (and praying for it).
Well, let me tell you about last weekend.
I went to work at my friend's tanning salon so that he could care for his b/f who is recovering from pneumonia. I was grouchy because I was REALLY tired. It ended up going very quickly and I hung out with said friend earlier. We went to Applebee's and then the Spur Lounge with Kevin (who was a nurse at the hospital where Gary's partner was when he had pneumonia). Surprisingly enough, they karaoke guy had Scissor Sisters songs on his playlist. Now let me tell you why this was a surprise. This Spur Lounge is on 55th Ave and Baseline in Laveen, AZ. This was a small farming community that was founded by mormons in the early 20th century. It's now grown to look more like a suburb of Phoenix. Anyway, we had a good time and I got some good applause for my rendition of "I Don't Feel Like Dancin'"

This girl came up to me and told me I had a great voice and then asked if I was gay. I asked what that had to do with it. Then she kind of felt bad, then I felt bad for saying it because she was buzzin'. Anyway, we had a good time and I later did "Laura" and then we left to watch Adam and Steve (which I've seen with Gary WAAAAAAY too many times).
Next day was the Storm car wash and we raised about $400. Not bad for washing a few cars on Saturday.

Happy Monday!