Birthday Boy

Happy 32nd Birthday to James MacAvoy, 20 April. Hot actor from Great Britain. And he has a schnozz to satisfy me.

Chif out.

16 days to the camp out.

Barber Shop

I woke up with bad hair and decided to get coiffed. I use the Gunther Hotel's barber shop, it was a great experience for me.

When I walked in, my barber greeted me with my name and he was just finishing off a hot silver haired babe.

When it was my turn, D the barber said I was looking better than the last time he saw me. Wow. A strait man complementing a gay man, I was impressed.

Anyhooo, he knew what I wanted and got to work. I was very satisfied with him again. I do want to get a shave one day, I can't shave at home because of the tremors. My hands are fine, but as soon as I put a fork or spoon or a pen, my hands start up again.

But I will recommend the Barber Shop at the Gunther Hotel and ask for Dave.

Chif out

17 days until the Camp out.

Recommendation

HP lent me a book I would be interested in. The book was sitting there for months. I finally decided to read it and it was a laugh riot.

'At Least in the City Someone would hear me scream.' is the book in question. Author Wade Rouse decides to leave the big city and leaves the comforts of St Louis and with his partner move to the woods of western Michigan.

Of course this struck a home because years ago I moved to MI to live happily ever after. Yeah, right. Anyhoooo, this is a quick read and highly recommended by Chif..

Chif out.

20 days until the camp out.

Radio Shack

I woke up exhausted from all the schlepping I did yesterday. I hardly remember the ordeal of busing. The bright side was Whataburger, I was still tired but the fizz in the soda perked me up a little.

So I walked into Radio Shack and finally with some help from hunky worker Vhon. They didn't have the exact cable but he found a chord that is close to what I had. Success finally.

I came home exhausted even more with the heat. I took some aspirin and lay down to nap but I was still in adrenaline mode and was not able to sleep.

Chif out.

21 days until the camp out.

Exhausted!

Talk about tired out. Jean Luc thought my computer cables are for biting.
He's gone through three cables, but he thought they were for his benefit.

Today after lunch I went to the Office Depot at Crossroads. Stupid moi thought that as soon as I find the correct aisle I would find the cables. Of course moi didn't take them and I can ask the hunky worker there. He showed me what was in stock and I did not see the elusive cables. Why don't you bring in the cables and we could see if they were in stock.

So I trudged back home to take the cables. Of course they didn't have them in stock. So there I was waiting for a bus to take me back home. And then, I saw the 520 bus come in and I knew this one would go all the way to Military drive.

Of course Office Depot and Best Buy didn't have them in stock. One of the hunky guys suggested I try Radio Shack. So that's where I will try tomorrow.

Chif out

22 days until the camp out.

Birthday Boy

Happy 38th Birthday to my Boo Adrien Brody, 11 April. He's hot and has a schnozz that makes me purr.

Chif out.

23 days until the camp out.

Tattoo

Forgot to blog about this, but last Thursday I went and got my seventh tattoo. Love it. It's true when people say they're addictive. I've decided on the eighth one but I have to lose a few more pounds.

Great recommendation for Honest Charlie's Tattoos on Fredericksberg in the deco district. Ask for Cat or Robert. Phone: 210.737.0656.

Chif out.

24 days until the camp out.

Naps

We have been taking a lot of naps lately. Like I'd be tired from working, yeah right. Don't know if it's the depression trying to come back, I don't know. You know, sometimes I reminisce about me working and not getting enough sleep. But now?

Of course I have my roommate with me, he needs to know what's going on in my domain. And he does sleep with me. Guess I'm slowly turning into a cat.

28 days until the camp out.

Hump Wednesday

Okay, so it's almost over but it still is Hump Day. I actually left the comforts of home and went the North Star Mall to do some bank transactions. I got my money but then my new debit card wouldn't accept me.

I was waiting for the clerk to come buy when another clerk asked if he could help me. Boy did he! I got that out of the way. I had no idea how many times I use my debit cart. I lost my card last week, AIDSheimer's, and the guy at the call center got all my info and my card would get to me within 5 working days.

That was my day. I was done and exhausted and came home to lie down. And how was your day?

Chif out.

30 days until the camp out.

SAHA Inspection

This was no trouble for me. I thought he was gonna do a thourough inspection. Honey, I can do an inspection from my days at the Hyatt. No, this guy just checked the stove and oven and fringe, and made sure I had hot/cold running water. Now he's gonna go to SAHA where somebody will figure out my share of the rent.

He was in and out in less than five minutes. Sounds like one of my exes'!

31 days until the camp out.

POZ Posse

Please forgive me for skipping a few days. HP came buy to surf the net and whatnot. We went to Subways where we both ordered subs, duh, and ate half there and we brought the other half for dinner. Oh yeah, we printed out our forms for the camp out.

Yesterday, Mess came by after an appointment at the clinic and we went to HEB on Olmos Dr. I got all the heavy stuff that I used to bring on the bus one at a time, Jean Luc's food and litter just to name a few.

31 days to the camp out.

TGIF

It is Friday, isn't it? Just another meaningless day for me. The one thing I did differently was to take some stuff to the Goodwill. I need to purge as much as possible. I have no use for some of my mess. I was able to stroll over with my walker. I had a big bag full of clothes and two smaller bags with more clothes and some glass chingaderas to unload.

I came home to find the mailman was here early and I got my Netflix for the weekend. Really bad movie, Burlesque with Cher and Christina Aguilera and some interesting cameos. Don't bother with this unless you're a fan of Cher and/or Christina.

35 Days to the camp out.

Moody

I'm still a bit moody. I have had other days like this, so I'm used to it. I've been lying down every afternoon in the fetal position. It's like I'm fighting some inner demon and I don't want to lose.

Jean Luc has been concerned about me. When I'm lying down he comes looking for me and meows at me. And then he touches me and after he knows I'm there, he lies down next to me, and he'll fall asleep or he starts grooming himself.

Don't know what I'm depressed about, but that has been me for the past few weeks. It's just nice to lie down and not think of anything. I can handle that. We'll see how long this lasts.

Chif out

36 days until the camp out.

Birthday Boy

Happy 40th Birthday to Ewan MacGregor, 31 March. He's quite the hunk, this picture makes me get him in the shower and clean him up. He can thank me anyway he wants.

37 Days until the camp out.

Ladies who Lunch

Mess, Hush Puppy, and moi went to Luther's today. It's always nice to see each other and catch up with these two. Luther's is a quiet bistro on the Main drag and I didn't see any people in drag.

We also began to talk seriously about the camp out. HP will be picking my up @ 9,30 and then Mess. HP generously rents a car and we head on up to the camp site, don't ask me how far away it is.

We keep talking about karaoke and what song to sing as a trio. I'm ready for my close up Mr DeMille. Hell I took to the stage last time and it was quite a fun time. Mess and I performed, but HP was a little hesitant. Too bad, his loss.

40 days until the camp out.

Passport

I cannot believe that my passport arrived so quickly. It's in my gimmee hands. You might say, Chif, where are you going? Nowhere for now, but you never know when a Fairy Godmother will listen to me and my requests. Hey a girl can always dream, although my dreams are just little fires here and there.

Haven't been feeling well these few days and I lie down for a nap. When I wake up only to see Jean Luc grooming himself.

Anyhoo, there's Paris in my horizon. I'll go again but not with the walker! I did take my cane the last time, so it's going again. This year is out, but I might come into some money within the next few years or so. We'll see.

43 days until the camp out. I can smell it all the way to the Hotel Carlyle.

Birthday boy

Happy 80th Birthday to Leonard Nimoy, 26 March. He has written books, and other topics, but he is famous for his portrayal of Spock in the sci-fi series, Star Trek.

An AIDSheimer Moment

I haven't done this in particular, but ya'll know what I'm talking about. So I called my meds to the pharmacy today. I was left on hold for quite some time.

Seems I had already called them in Saturday and my meds are waiting for me. Another AIDSheimer's moment. At least they make for a funny moment.

Chif out

Ladies who Lunch

This was an unusual Sunday. I actually went out with someone other than my Pozze.

I've been trying to get my DVD of The Women from E. E and I go back to the Hyatt days. Did I every mention I worked at a hotel? Anyhooo, we actually found the time in our busy schedules to meet, I know the me working is laughable.

So we went to India Palace for their buffet. I had my usual mango lassi, and we went in for the kill. I'd been craving the food here and was a bit disappointed. Maybe they have a new chef. I will recommend this anyway.

Well we caught up on what was going in our lives, and I will not elaborate on anything. The thing is I was enjoying time with a friend from the infamous Hyatt. Talk about memories.

So that was it for E and me. He was wondering if there was an ice cream place in the area but he didn't find any. Just take me home moi said. I was out of my home for about 2 hours. I know, I could have been out longer, but I was out of my element for a bit. I'll do better next time. I've said it, it's out there. Besides we have to meet again to get my DVD back.

Chif out.

Nausea

For the past week or so, I've dealt with nausea and the Hershey squirts. So I was at group Monday and there were were 2 others in the same boat as mine. We talk about everything and nothing at the same time, and we do get updates of things going on in the community.

And another thing, why is everybody wanting to know if I shat or not? Maybe it's their fetish du jour? Okay, I've been constipated for at least 40 years or so. But ever since my tub experience, I've been very regular.

More later...
Chif out.