Archive for December, 2003

Do you want fries with that?

I Scored Pot for Whitney!

26 December is Boxing Day, but did you know that the other days of Christmas have names as well?
27 December is Synchronized Swimming Day
28 December is Luge Day
29 December is Biathlon Day
30 December is Rhythmic Gymnastics Day
31 December is Curling Day
1 January is Drag Queen Appreciation Day
2 January is Frosty the Snowman Day
3 January is Avocado Jealousy Day
4 January is Skeleton in the Closet Day
5 January is Up Your Butt with Carrots Day

i understand that rick made his own decisions.  i understand that one doesn’t control another person.  i understand these things.  why doesn’t that make me feel better?

i just got a call from rick, my ex. apparently he’s been being physically and emotionally abused by the woman he married earlier this year, and he called asking for my help. i did what i could, giving him the phone number of someone who might take him in for a couple of days. he had to hang up the phone at the pizza parlor because she showed up. i feel sick to my stomach, like i let him walk down that path into what i knew was danger, and did nothing. god forgive me.

I love how they share their tender moments together. Who knew that St. Joseph was a bear title holder? Mr Bethlehem Bear 2004 – congratulations! And thanks to my buddy-bear, urso for his thoughtfulness.

ultrabithorax
urso
bigjohnsf
herman
and me

i made dinner tonight:
risotto with shrimp, calamari, scallops, and brocolli
a green salad with tiny cherry tomatoes
homemade buttermilk bread with butter
homemade applesauce sorbet

what a wonderfully low-key christmas eve.

yet, i am thankful for the winter,
for the rain and clouds.

my heart is lightening its load.

thank you, my livejournal loves,
thank you for hearing my voice.
thank you for caring,
thank you for being there.

i love you.

one of my massage clients asked me if i’d be willing to bartend for his family’s christmas party, and with my current situation, i’d be foolish to turn down income, so i accepted. as it happens, albadger was going to be playing santa at a former co-worker’s place in loomis, ca, which is thirty miles east of sacramento, so he had to go that way anyway, and he offered to take me and my massage table to sacramento. now, if you don’t know, my table is 80″ x 36″. it’s the largest size table that the manufacturers will make, because it gets too difficult to work on a person when the table is wider, but it’s also a great feeling of comfort and safety for my clients, knowing that it’s nearly impossible for them to roll or fall off the table.

( Car Repossession )

( massage table blues )

( bartending )

( the bizarre dream )

i came home and slept, worn out from the weekend’s toil. i had to postpone a massage appointment, but i was able to reschedule with them, so it’s not a total loss. i hope things start to get easier soon.

oh, yeah, i need to wake up at 0415 to get dhpbear to the airport for his trip back east to see his family.

I did Starsky…and Hutch!