@(!*#^&@&^$&*!&#^~*(^$%!@@#%$$%^%^&*))((& **TCH rear ended me on West Seattle Bridge!!!! Cig in one hand and cell phone in the other... off to get the truck into shop! GOD DAMMIT!
Nearly 3K worth of damage (3rd time I've been rear ended in the past four years)! SIGH!
I am writing. I have nearly 70 pages completed (new and rewrites) on TOMORROW but I'm not even close to being half way through with Chapter 32.
I'm relatively sure everyone has given up on my stuff anyway.
The move and trying to get things settled has taken a toll. I am going about the daily thing and trying to get stories completed. It's just a little hard to write as well when it's been 99 plus (including 103) in Seattle recently. No one wants to write in that!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Birthdays, Moving and PRIDE
I'm going to be 42 in seven days (counting today, Monday). I don't want to be 42. The only thing that I have going for me is that I don't look it. I'm definitely going to fight getting older come hell or high water.
The only sucky thing is that I do like celebrating my birthday as like a holiday. It's even more fun when the fact that my birthday falls on the same day as PRIDE every few years. Normally I like to do a big BBQ party with a bunch of friends after going to the PRIDE parade and after the BBQ hitting the bars for some fun. This year, sigh!
The move falls at the same time. We might have things done but everyone is going to be too tired from the move and it's too late to try and put something together. I know that anyone I would want to invite for the party after the PARADE would be doing something else. I would have done something on this Saturday and make it a weekend event. Moving stopped that.
I'm glad to move and get up here but my birthday has fizzled for a second time in 2 years.
Den's parents are going to come over on Sunday and his new boyfriend will be with us but all in all it won't be a GAY old time.
The only sucky thing is that I do like celebrating my birthday as like a holiday. It's even more fun when the fact that my birthday falls on the same day as PRIDE every few years. Normally I like to do a big BBQ party with a bunch of friends after going to the PRIDE parade and after the BBQ hitting the bars for some fun. This year, sigh!
The move falls at the same time. We might have things done but everyone is going to be too tired from the move and it's too late to try and put something together. I know that anyone I would want to invite for the party after the PARADE would be doing something else. I would have done something on this Saturday and make it a weekend event. Moving stopped that.
I'm glad to move and get up here but my birthday has fizzled for a second time in 2 years.
Den's parents are going to come over on Sunday and his new boyfriend will be with us but all in all it won't be a GAY old time.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Me, TOMORROW, Moving, Facebook
And I'm gonna try and fit all this into one post, heh!
Ok, first, I'll combine two. Me and moving. I'm moving back to Seattle over the course of the next two weeks. It's a done deal and boxes are being packed as I speak (although, a cute house boy would be nice to have for help, GRIN!). THAT, then affects/effects my writing.
I'm not working as much on it. Well, I am working on it but not as fast of a pace. I have two more days that I can sub before the end of the school year and would like to get them under the wire for July pay. We'll see.
TOMORROW: Tomorrow is now well past 60 pages and still has not even gotten towards the area that I've like it to end the chapter. You'll just have to wait. Am I happy with it? Mmm hmmm, I am! It's getting towards the end of the story and I want it to end with some flourish. It's been a fun write.
I'm still working on the other stories and I haven't forgotten them nor have they me. The characters have been 'chattering' incessantly about ideas with their lives so it's there but the time needed is the hard part.
FACEBOOK: I'm on Facebook now after a few of my friends screamed for ages to get on it. Be forewarned, I'm pretty choosy as to whom I 'friend'. I don't want this to become some freaking nightmare upkeep. Its for my 'personal' thoughts with those closest to me.
BTW, new place is sweet! 5BR/2BA and good yard for the dogs.
Best to all,
TJay
Ok, first, I'll combine two. Me and moving. I'm moving back to Seattle over the course of the next two weeks. It's a done deal and boxes are being packed as I speak (although, a cute house boy would be nice to have for help, GRIN!). THAT, then affects/effects my writing.
I'm not working as much on it. Well, I am working on it but not as fast of a pace. I have two more days that I can sub before the end of the school year and would like to get them under the wire for July pay. We'll see.
TOMORROW: Tomorrow is now well past 60 pages and still has not even gotten towards the area that I've like it to end the chapter. You'll just have to wait. Am I happy with it? Mmm hmmm, I am! It's getting towards the end of the story and I want it to end with some flourish. It's been a fun write.
I'm still working on the other stories and I haven't forgotten them nor have they me. The characters have been 'chattering' incessantly about ideas with their lives so it's there but the time needed is the hard part.
FACEBOOK: I'm on Facebook now after a few of my friends screamed for ages to get on it. Be forewarned, I'm pretty choosy as to whom I 'friend'. I don't want this to become some freaking nightmare upkeep. Its for my 'personal' thoughts with those closest to me.
BTW, new place is sweet! 5BR/2BA and good yard for the dogs.
Best to all,
TJay
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Betty Bowers Explains Traditional Marriage to Everyone Else
Ok, it’s official… I’m sure I’m gonna be told that I’m going to hell… I'm sure if I sent this to my relatives I'd have people knocking at my door ready to perform an exorcism!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
A little surprise and fotos from AIDS Housing Tacoma Drag Fund Raiser
So a couple of cool things the last few days... even with all the stress that I've been under and the 'blips' in my virals and T-Cells I've had a couple really neat things go on. My 'Doc' posted my blog piece to the website/blog for the medical center. Then last night I attended the AIDS Housing Association of Tacoma 'Drag' Fundraiser. Drag Queens and Drag Kings showed their stuff and talents in an all out affair to raise money for the AIDS Housing Association of Tacoma.
Including pix here:
State Representative Jeannie Darneille and AIDS Housing Exec Director David Strong
Scottie 2 Hottie as 'Cher'
Hostess and MC Ms Victoria Eyesli
Drag King (FTM) Sawyer
Coco Puff and Dominique D'Amour
Allusia, Tina Turntable and Polly Ester (in order)
Including pix here:
State Representative Jeannie Darneille and AIDS Housing Exec Director David Strong
Scottie 2 Hottie as 'Cher'
Hostess and MC Ms Victoria Eyesli
Drag King (FTM) Sawyer
Coco Puff and Dominique D'Amour
Allusia, Tina Turntable and Polly Ester (in order)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
10 years... 10 long and hard years
Today it is 10 years ago that I pushed my own wheelchair out of Bailey Boushay House, in Seattle, and Den took me home back to our apartment in Seattle where I sat down on the bed and cried. I was home. Well, home at the time. I had survived from only having 14 T-cells in my body and pneumocystis pneumonia (Ok, it’s because I’m a royal bitch!)
On April 21, 1999 they rolled me in on a gurney and I was asked by a nurse how long I was going to be with them. I looked up at a gaggle of people plus Den (I’d call 5-6 people a gaggle including ambulance attendants) and said, “One month.” The one nurse said, “Well we’ll see.” My response was “Read my lips; ONE MONTH!” May 21, 1999, I stood up off the bed and shuffled around putting stuff together before Den got there that morning. I had to sit down a few times on the bed because it was high enough for me to push myself up without help from someone. Den walked in and said, “Ready.” I just nodded. There was a small line of nurses standing there (those who were working) watching me leave. They were teary eyed as well.
All the pain, stress and fear that fueled my push to get me back to where I needed to be came flowing out. I laid down with a stuffed donkey that my Grandmother had given me and cried.
I still had to have help with a bath or get up off the toilet. I had a walker. The second night home the walker went into the closet where it stayed until I gave it away.
Den had one week off before he had to go back to work (I was a shit and made him take me to Swanson’s Nursery the next morning. Hey, it was spring and I need to get soil to plant the apple tree that I’d ordered and was sitting on a box on the deck plus I wanted some veggies!)
I can’t even count how many times I fell during the times he was at work. I'd crawl to a location, couch or step and then pull myself up. It was lonely but I was blessed. A month and 7 days later, Amy (my first pug, a rescue) who was 6 years old came trotting downstairs into my life. She never left my side for the next 5 years.
Right now, I’ve had some ‘blips’ medically with my T-cell count and viral load. My cholesterol is off. Rob is a bit annoyed with that I think. Sometimes, I think he secretly delights in stabbing me (badly, I might say, SNORT) in the arm for blood just to get back at me for being that pain in the ass for the past 10 years.
Many of you know this year has been stressful in so many ways. More so than ever, nervousness, fighting with the state and legislature to keep medical not only for myself but others in this state, personal and family things that have put a strain on me and I’ve tried to keep my chin up, things where I’ve ‘buckled the belt up’ and made sure I put on the smile and been there for others (hey, it was the right thing to do), etc. This has probably taken a toll on me and the stress of it all might have been a contributor to the t-cell count drop and the viral load to shoot up for the first time in a while (although, it’s less than 90 copies per mL, it still PISSES ME OFF!).
But, I will get over it. I will keep going. I have friends, people I love with all my heart and soul plus the two ‘idiots’ to be concerned with to sit back and let something like this keep me from living my life. Oh, I’m going to have to deal with the cholesterol thing and that’s probably not going to be a pretty scene (think two drag queens duking it out with disheveled dresses, pumps in hand with cocktails splashed all over the floor of a club, ROTFLMAO!) but it’ll work out.
10 years… I still miss Amy though… she’d would have just demanded some smoked duck for the occasion.
TJay
On April 21, 1999 they rolled me in on a gurney and I was asked by a nurse how long I was going to be with them. I looked up at a gaggle of people plus Den (I’d call 5-6 people a gaggle including ambulance attendants) and said, “One month.” The one nurse said, “Well we’ll see.” My response was “Read my lips; ONE MONTH!” May 21, 1999, I stood up off the bed and shuffled around putting stuff together before Den got there that morning. I had to sit down a few times on the bed because it was high enough for me to push myself up without help from someone. Den walked in and said, “Ready.” I just nodded. There was a small line of nurses standing there (those who were working) watching me leave. They were teary eyed as well.
All the pain, stress and fear that fueled my push to get me back to where I needed to be came flowing out. I laid down with a stuffed donkey that my Grandmother had given me and cried.
I still had to have help with a bath or get up off the toilet. I had a walker. The second night home the walker went into the closet where it stayed until I gave it away.
Den had one week off before he had to go back to work (I was a shit and made him take me to Swanson’s Nursery the next morning. Hey, it was spring and I need to get soil to plant the apple tree that I’d ordered and was sitting on a box on the deck plus I wanted some veggies!)
I can’t even count how many times I fell during the times he was at work. I'd crawl to a location, couch or step and then pull myself up. It was lonely but I was blessed. A month and 7 days later, Amy (my first pug, a rescue) who was 6 years old came trotting downstairs into my life. She never left my side for the next 5 years.
Right now, I’ve had some ‘blips’ medically with my T-cell count and viral load. My cholesterol is off. Rob is a bit annoyed with that I think. Sometimes, I think he secretly delights in stabbing me (badly, I might say, SNORT) in the arm for blood just to get back at me for being that pain in the ass for the past 10 years.
Many of you know this year has been stressful in so many ways. More so than ever, nervousness, fighting with the state and legislature to keep medical not only for myself but others in this state, personal and family things that have put a strain on me and I’ve tried to keep my chin up, things where I’ve ‘buckled the belt up’ and made sure I put on the smile and been there for others (hey, it was the right thing to do), etc. This has probably taken a toll on me and the stress of it all might have been a contributor to the t-cell count drop and the viral load to shoot up for the first time in a while (although, it’s less than 90 copies per mL, it still PISSES ME OFF!).
But, I will get over it. I will keep going. I have friends, people I love with all my heart and soul plus the two ‘idiots’ to be concerned with to sit back and let something like this keep me from living my life. Oh, I’m going to have to deal with the cholesterol thing and that’s probably not going to be a pretty scene (think two drag queens duking it out with disheveled dresses, pumps in hand with cocktails splashed all over the floor of a club, ROTFLMAO!) but it’ll work out.
10 years… I still miss Amy though… she’d would have just demanded some smoked duck for the occasion.
TJay
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