Just A Few Things

Yesterday I went to the hospital for my pre-op testing. You know; blood work, urine, EKG, chest x-ray. I got night before instructions - nothing new or unexpected there. They did say though, that because of this stupid cold that won't seem to quit, the morning of surgery, the anesthesiologist might decide not to go forward... I guess it just depends on what my lungs sound like that morning - which is next Friday, 2/2 - Groundhog Day. LOL

As far as the two fellows I mentioned in a previous post; as things have followed their natural course, I have been spending more time with the older of the two. There seems to be sparks. Time will tell. I feel as though someone (he) is more smitten than someone else (me).

He's got some big plans though. LOL. If things work out, I will be doing a lot of traveling.

Yesterday my brother pissed me off NO END! I pick him up every Friday because it's his day off, and he never goes anywhere... so I feel bad, and anyway, he spends every Friday with me, and goes to my karaoke show at night. So yesterday, I really REALLY needed a nap before going to work at the club at night. There I was, all snuggly, warm, and cozy; sound asleep on my couch. He was in living room with me watching a DVD. All of a sudden, he walks up to me, looks down and says really loud, "Are you sleeping?" Well, naturally I that startled me awake. He KNEW I was sleeping. I said, "I was! What's the matter?" He says, "The DVD is over."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This dope lived here for 3 months. He is well aware how to work all the remotes that control the TV, DVD, Stereo, and whatever. That ass woke me up because he was too lazy to get up off his big fat smelly ass to shut off the dvd player. I was BESIDE MYSELF. I threw the remote at him! Can you believe the depth of his laziness? As a matter of fact, I'm still angry about it.

So, this week I need to ween myself off the cigarettes because I don't want a repeat of the lung infection I got the last time I had general anesthesia. Good luck to me on that one!

My friend Stacey is doing stellar with her weight loss, and compliance since her bariatric surgery. Kudos to Stace!

And that, my friends, is all I got!

Peace

Have Yourself A Good Healthy Scare

If you like a good creepy scare, sans the Freddy-Jason-Chainsaw blood 'n guts, this one will satisfy your need for creep.

Watch it at night... alone... in the rain. LOL

Update

Ok... a few things:

First, my surgery had to be postponed because this cold I have is more of an upper resperatory infection. Infection + general anesthesia = potential pneumonia. No Good! So I will call the doctor's office as soon as I get over this bitch of a bug to reschedule.

Second, tonight I am training someone in the DJ booth to cover for me while I'm recuperating. Should be fun.

Third, I'm on the fence about two potential new guys. One is a lot older and filthy stinking rich. The other is much closer in age, and a regular working man. They're both attractive, fun to be around, and very nice. The older one shares more of my intereests; he rides a motorcycle, has a BIG boat, shoots guns, likes to go out on the weekends and have a few. The younger one is genuinely sweet and sincere, gentle and soft spoken. I dunno... I'm betwixt and between.

Fourth, my poor nephew is having some rotten luck right now. I feel bad for him, and I hate to say it but, I knew something like this would happen sooner or later...(I'm just sayin... from what I saw, ya know?)

So, to recap; I've got cabin fever in a BIG WAY because I've been home, sick as a dog since last Friday night. And I'm SO ready to be better.

Say Hello Tooooooooooo

Baby Lydia and her lovely mom Lisa!
Lydia was born on January 8 at 5 p.m. She weighed 7 pounds 15 oz. and was 21 inches long at birth.

Lisa, you get a big Sybil shout out!

(Mom said it hurt ALOT!)

No Good News

Let me give a list of the recent crap that's rained down on me lately.

1. I have the. worst. headcold. I can ever remember.
2. My pap smear results were abnormal.
3. I had an endometrial biopsy last week, and it was horrifyingly painful.
4. On January 22nd, I must go in for a D&C to rule out uterine cancer.
5. My nephew was in a car accident tonight and totalled his car.

All in all it's been a shitty couple of weeks.

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Unrelated to the above, I want to say how proud I am of my friend Stacey who is 4 days post-op gastric bypass surgery. You're on your way Stace!

I also want to say that her husband is apparently an insensitive baffoon.

This Steams Me!

Over at JoeMyGod there's a conversation thread going on about gay men having sex in a steam room at Gold's Gym SF.

In general, I say boys will be boys, and wherever gay men congregate, there's apt to be public sex. Not that I judge it, one way or the other.

What pisses me off though, is the attitude that at least one gay man shared in his comments to Joe's post. I quote:

Back in the 90's I worked at SF Gold's Gym on Bryant, which I would judge to have had a 90% gay clientele, at the least. And yes, sex did go on the in steam room although the guys were as discreet about it as possible.
Then one day, to my knowledge the only straight member there witnessed some act of sex in there and immediately reported it to the management and the owner followed by a huge complaint, and signs were posted forbiding any act of sex in public, with threats to close the steam room.
Since there are no longer gay venues for gay men to use, where are we supposed to go to have sex in that city? Oh, I get it, we're supposed to NOT have sex, since there are no bath houses now. Yeah, sure.
I think the whole thing is a sad commentary on the repression of the gay community since AIDS.

Now tell me, what on earth makes this man think he's entitled to a place for him to have sex.

There are no places explicitly set aside for heterosexuals to go and engage in sex. We have to go to his place, her place, or a hotel. Where does this gay man get off copping an attitude of entitlement like that? I mean... geez, I'm scratching my head on this one.

My New Year's Eve ... Oy!

Well, let me begin by saying two things. 1) I haven't been out on New Year's Eve since 2000. And 2) It's 9:20am 1/1/07 and I have one mofo of a hangover.

So, there's a group of people who come to my weekend karaoke shows every weekend faithfully. They're usually 5 couples. A few months ago, one of the couples stopped showing up. Then, suddenly the male half of that couple started showing up alone.

Fast forward to two weeks ago. Above mentioned said half-couple asked me if I had plans for New Year's Eve. I said no (because ... well... I didn't.) He asked if I cared to join him along with the other 4 couples for a New Year's party there at the club where I play. Being that I was into about Coors Light #6 (or 7?) by that time, I said "Yeah... why not!)

Ok, fast forward to last night. If I do say so myself, I really pulled out all the stops. I spent hours straightening my hair. I wore the quintessential little black dress, the "fuck me" shoes, the right evening makeup. I gotta say... Sybil looked hot!

So, we're sitting there and we're talking. Now, I knew this guy wasn't exactly poor, but I had NO idea exactly how not poor he is. As the night continues I discover several things.
A. This guy's a multi-millionaire
B. This guy drinks too much
C. This guy thinks I'm his childhood bedtime stuffed teddy bear
D. This guy is a dancing fool
E. This guy is MUCH too old for me

Let me try to synopsize our conversation for you...

Him: Will you come to the Bahamas with me for a few weeks in February?
Me: No, I have to work.
Him: Will you come to Daytona Bike Week with me in February?
Me: No, I have to work.
Him: Will you go to Florida with me for a few weeks in March?
Me: No, I have to work.
Him: Will you have dinner with me Thursday night?
Me: No, I have to work.... oh, you mean here? Locally? Yeah, ok.

Meanwhile, even though it was about 2am when I got in, I had to take a long hot shower so I could get his paw prints off me. I felt like there wasn't a single spot he didn't put his hand.... I HATE THAT.