REALLY?!?!
just my ranting and raving about NFL players..........
Stallworth
kills a human being while driving drunk and gets 24 days in jail and a
one year suspension. There was a guy in Minneapolis that killed a woman
while driving drunk in a WalMart parking lot and he got 15 years. What's
wrong with this picture? Stallwoth is a no better than Micheal Vick.
All these shitheads should be banned from the league not just suspended!
It's
tiresome to see and hear these millionare athletes breaking the laws
that we all have to live by and getting a slap on the wrist. I believe
the greed and misbehaving of the players will ultimately lead to the
downfall of the most popular sport in America.
While I absolutely
DO NOT condone the leniency given to Donte, I'm confident that the
majority of rational adults would agree that financing &
participating in the repeated torture & murder of domesticated
animals over a period of years, is far worse than making a horrible
decision, even one that is fatal
I could be crazy and I am OK with that..................
Saturday Night Couch Concert Series
If you have never been to the Moon on a Saturday Night - you are missing out on some amazing talent.
One more quickie
I went to Jazz Fest and had a great time! EXCEPT one little
thing...........We as in myself and a friend Kim went to breakfast with
the other guys staying in our condo. (Stayed at my sister's so we had to
share with some guys we did not know, but whatever it was free) Anyway
we are out to breakfast, I am dressed in a sleeveless shirt and shorts,
you know ready for a hot day in the sun and listening to music all day.
We are making polite chit chat at the table, nice guys, we are
talking thing s we like to do .............you know the usual. Well one
rides his bike crazy amounts of miles a week. Needless to say he is very
thin and tight. I tell him well I just did the AIDS Ride 175 miles in
two days but I have not ridden a lot since............ and his reply "it
looks like you used to work out" NICE.....USED TO.......NICE Here
the worst part Kim my dear friend is telling all my friends and now they
are busting on me fierce.
What people say..................
Here are a few quickies: These are R Rated.
One woman proudly told me "I can flip eggs and use a vibrator at the same time". Really what do you say to that.........AWESOME is all.
Another woman told me "I masturbate every time I take a shower". My reply........how long do you shower and how many times, your wasting water!
Another
woman asks to take a picture of me I say sure. She then asks me do know
what I am going to with it? I of course answer no... well she tells
me......"I am going to masturbate with it". My immediate reply I hope
you don't get a paper cut! I think she meant to it not with it LOL
I think the theme is a lot of self loving going on............. One last one not R Rated.
I
was watching the 50 greatest upsets on the TV late late one night with
this woman at the bar, she says the number one will be UNC in 1983. With
that I say you weren't even born yet, where you? Her answer NO....SHIT I
say I got old over night I was in college then. Without hesitation she
replies well did you at least live a good life? WHAT??!!?? I am not
dead, to which she replies...no no what I meant was did you at least
have fun. REALLY?!?! My last reply SHUT IT!! Between you and me her drinks are now double.
Get your umbrellas out!
Saw this and thought it was hysterical
Pride Update.............
I am super PROUD of my staff, volunteers and friends who helped us at our booth over Pride weekend. As
always ALL proceeds, sales and tips go back to Pride.............we
raised over 8500.00! We got rained out on Saturday it did not dampen our
spirit and it goes to show just how much everyone hustled on Sunday to
make up for lost of a day. GREAT JOB!
Got myself in trouble..............and out of trouble
It was a Wednesday night and I had to pick up Nancy at the airport.
No big deal she travels quite a bit for business so I got the routine
down. I can plan the time right and drive up no need to park and go
in......we are way passed those days. I am at the bar and I take my
cell phone out of my pocket and tell Julie at 10:15 I have to leave to
get Nancy whose flight lands at 10:30. Perfect..............well not
really. Taking my cell phone out of pocket would be apparently being my first mistake; her flight landed 15 minutes early. She
called and text me about 10 times in ten minutes. Then called the bar
and got Julie who could tell Uh Oh Boss is in trouble. I have one thing
to say who calls anyone and texts them ten times in ten minutes is just
looking to be irritated. (that’s between us) Any who I leave the bar in a
flash and head to the airport. To make matters worse she is flying with
a co-worker who is recently engaged and the fiancé was there early
inside waiting with flowers REALLY? PAAleeaassse. Now they are gone and
sits Nancy waiting for me I make it to the airport, no lie, in 14
minutes. Still with in the time first said. I am thinking I am groovy.
Nope that did help me any. Nancy is clearly annoyed with me. Side bar
she really hates to travel especially if it's a turn around trip. So she
is grouchy to begin with. She is telling me how she feels expressing
her irritableness with me. I am thinking Ok that's cool. She is not
stopping so now I have known her long enough to know she is
hungry......I ask her are ya hungry of course the answer is I am
starving. I ask, "would like me to make you some pasta when we get
home?" NO to heavy. Ok you see I am not going to win right? She says "I
will just have cereal" Not being a total idiot I stop at store on the
way home to make sure we have milk. She is still fired up and says "you
mean you don't know if we have milk or not".........my reply "my mama
did not a raise a dummy and I am not taking any chances." I am in
Walgreens get the milk and I figured I should by a sorry
gift............what the hell do you buy at Walgreens? Well I bought a
$1 plastic back scratcher gave her the milk and then gave her, her gift.
With giving the gift I say this is for when you kick me out tonight you
can scratch your back. With that she laughed, we both laughed. She
proceeded to poke and hit me with it all the way home. I bet you the newly engaged couple did not get a back scratcher............. so there!
I had no idea..............
I was walking across the street the other day and this guy yells
out "hello Carol". Now I am wearing a hat with my ponytail up in it and
sunglasses who in the hell can recognize me. Usually it's the gray hair
that gives me away. So of course I wave back and we chat for a moment
...............I am curious to ask how in the hell did you know it was
me...............no need he volunteered the info: In our polite small
talk he says to me I knew it was you by your walk. I would recognize
that walk anywhere, he says. Now I ask What walk? His reply you waddle.
WHAT?!?!?! I WADDLE. I immediately call Nancy and ask do I waddle? She without hesitation says YES, with a laugh. Now I am on a mission to see who else knows this disturbing fact about me. I ask my good friend Gay she says "Oh my God of course you waddle when you walk, you did not know" NO I did not know!! A
few more people to check with I ask Tracy (bartender at Moon) her reply
and I quote again "Yeah boss, totally, it's like you can't bend your
knees” Damn it. SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME!
It just hit me!
So I have to take through my day............I wake up check out a
little Today show, wash Nancy's coffee maker, cook myself breakfast,
strip the sheets from the bed and wash them, head to the laundry mat to
wash the comforter and dogs bed. While that is working a head to the
bank, then to Office Depot to get poster copies, then Party City for
decorations for my business. Come back decorate the business and balance
last night’s paperwork. Met with the realtor and lawyer about upstairs
getting rented, back to laundry mat to fold up my comforter and dog’s
bed. Met another homo doing laundry and chatted. Back to the house
to put away the motorcycles from the weekend, but first have to clean
poop up from the dog run to put away. Hose down and scrub dog run, then
sweep up all the leaves on the side of the house, pull a few weeds from
the landscaping beds, now sit at my computer to pay some bills. I work
on proposal for Broward House, speak with Pamela about softball
sponsorships. Hunger hits me, I fix my favorite mid day snack (or at
least the one Nancy will let me have) Cherrios........... And it hits
me.............. I am just like every one else! My GOD If the right
wing Christians knew what devious acts I did through out my day! Can you
imagine we are so perverted as to work and be contributing members of
our society? CRAZY
Vegetarians...............
Ok Really? I am fired up now! I have this person in my life that
has recently become a vegetarian. Awesome for her not Vegan mind you.
Again great for her.... WELL not so fast. Now I am one meat eating girl, I love meat and these teeth where made for it. (I put that nicely for you) She
is now going to lecture me and even get a little snotty with me about
eating meat. Our little fight starts with chicken. She with some
sassiness says to me "well, if I were ever going to eat chicken again it
would have to be free range" With that I say "really lets give the bird
a taste of freedom ,let it run around and then kill it, Great. I rather
eat the poor bird that sat in its cage and hoping to die, seems much
more humane to me. Needless to say she is not finding that
funny...............Me I think it’s pretty funny. Now she fires back
a comment about beef, "she would never eat beef again. Those poor cows
are treated horrible. They are just raised killed for you to eat." Can't
say I totally disagree but I would have taken her more serious if she
didn't have on leather belt. So of course my response "oh I get it but
the cow just willing gave up its hide for you Awesome." I win!
LAZY LAZY LAZY
I have just been super lazy on keeping up with my corner. Truth be
told I have a million stories in my head but I can get them out on paper
in a reasonable understandable thought. Also I can't really write
about what happens at the Moon I will get shot. But I'll tell you a
quickie just between us: this girl was in the other day I know her well
enough; she used to be a bartender. We are shooting the breeze, we some
how we get in a conversation about bartenders and how they get hit on.
She tells me how the women would hit on her hard (now mind you she is
cute) Girls used to throw their number at her. Now I am not gonna lie I
am feeling pretty low because I have never been hit on. And of course I
tell her "crap I never got hit on" she proceeds to tell how one time a
girl lifted her shirt and wrote her phone number on her stomach, as she
is saying it she shows me by lifting my shirt...................Wait for
it............She says and I quote "Oh my God no wonder you are so
white and a sit up won't hurt either" And done!
Here is the skinny on the AIDS Ride
I will be honest I did not train, hell I did not even get on bike in
over a year and I had to take it in to be tuned up a week before the
ride. Now with all that said.............Oh yeah I don't bike own shorts
you know the ones with a padded whoo whoo. (keep in mind I do work out
and spin quite a bit I just don't sit on the couch eating bons bons) So
sure I am going to ride a 100 miles the first day and 65 the second. As
I always say ignorance is bliss and stubbornness works both ways (good
and bad) I had a plan ........every 20 miles is a rest stop so in my
delusional mind I just had to ride 20 miles 5 times. Sounded much
simpler that way. Remember the word ignorance. I also figure I will ride
on adrenalin the first half. Good plan I thought. Now mind you I am
riding with Jeana and Rhonda who of course trained like mad doing 40 to
60 mile rides two to three times a week. And of course they are little
skinny things with bikes you can lift with a finger; mind you my bike
takes a small pack of homos to lift and me not so little. Still I am
riding with them Damn it! First day after the first 40 miles they
take off and leave in the dust no worries. I keep plugging away. They
are good friends and wait for me at the rest stops and I am only 15
minutes behind them. Not bad that is about a mile. We ride Ok they
ride and I ride by myself........again they wait for me. Very
Nice............Well on about mile 90 (yes I am still riding) there is
this big freaking bridge mean I say but anywho, there is a rest stop
about a mile after it, the last on of the day. The weird thing is its
only about 7 miles from the finish...........So now here is where I am
mean totally competitive person He he he. I know they are waiting for
me. I confirm with a volunteer that the end is only 7 miles away. I
don't stop knowing they are waiting for me. So they wait about 15 to 20
minutes for me now they are thinking I got swept (meaning I couldn't go
on and the rescue car picked me up) No No! I pull into Hawks Cay and
call them where are you? I am already in! Yes I win! All that training
and I beat you in WOW. LOL Uh I am terrible. They are awesome sports about it. Now
day two..............Pay back time. I never see them expect at the
first rest stop I got in after them and left before them. Well I must
say the last time I saw them until the end was when they passed me,
Jeana grapping my ass as she passed and Rhonda waiving bye bye behind
her back at me trailing behind. Off they went getting smaller and
smaller in the distance. Damn it! They win!
The Smart Ride for AIDS/HIIV
Once I get my couchie all iced down I will tell you the tales of
peddling for 165 miles. You know I have some whacked out stuff that
happened to me. Real quick though I am supper Proud of Jeana,
Rhonda, Rico (Sticks) and Beverly for doing the ride as well. They
represented New Moon Riders awesome!
Working Out
A very good friend of mine comes by the bar to chat and drop me off some t-shirts I had printed for the SMART Ride. While
we are BSing We talk about how she wants to start working out and mind
you she eats carbs every meal. Still has a great body. So, I say if I
ate as much carbs as you I would be HUGE I turn and grap my upper
thighs. With that my good friend says and I quote " Oh Carol you have always and will always have saddle bags" OUCH! Again me feeling the love................. Here is the best part we share what whacky thngs people say to us all the time. Things that make you go UM?
New Hope!
I am so freakin' happy Obama won................I know I caught a lot
of hell not being a Hillary supporter. I just really felt the Country
was ready for a change and I truly do beleive in Obama. Now let's
hope the man lives up to his promises. I don't care if he screws an
intern named Monica or even if his wife does.................lets just
get our economy back on track, get our soilders home, and our Earth
cleaned up. With out saying the obivious equal rights for us. I
hope you all noticed how he mentioned gays in his victory speech. He
said we all need to work together gay and staright white and black etc.
BUT WOW we were mentioned!
Ok I am BACK!
So lets see so much has happened is the past few weeks. Where to begin? Here
is a good start.............so a friend of mine emails me ask if I will
do her friend a favor. ( now I consider this a women a friend I have
had conversations with her and even went to Georgies with her) so with
that said......I e-mail call me, give her my number We speak, I say of
course what do you need from me?
Her friend is a student at Nova in
the psyche program. OK?!? I am listening Well she has to over come a
fear, OK?!? Again I am listening. Well she has to interview a with a
butch lesbian and I thought of you. I thought you would be good for her
to interview. WHAT!?!?!? A butch lesbian, now I know that I am not a
petit little fem flower but BUTCH! so with that I say uh uh uh uh uh
well uh uh uh uh Ok but I think I am athletic, not butch does she have a
fear of athletic lesbians? I know I don't wear makeup (too lazy) I
know I don't really take time with my hair (too lazy) I know I don't
wear dresses ( too lazy) BUT I DO get pedicures doesn't that count for
anything? Maybe it’s just me but when I think of butch I think of my
friend Junior who lives mostly as male, I think of drag kings, I think
of Sam who is Samantha but yet lives as Sam a man ONLY! None of these
women I find scary however I am butch. Don't even mind being butch just
very late in my life to find out I am one.
Las Vegas
What happens in Vegas clearly does not stay in Vegas I came back sick
as a dog with a 104 fever. So did Jeanna and Rhonda but yet not Nancy.
The only thing Vegas kept for me was my money at the Roulette table. There
goes my theory that if you drink alcohol you will not get sick, alcohol
kills germs is my thought well Nancy does not drink and the only one
healthy upon our return. Damn it again she wins and yes she came back up money. I love her.......
A quick Nancy story
True again! I do most the laundry and I say most becasue once a
month Nancy might throw a load in. Honestly I don't mind I have the
flexiblilty in my schedule and Nancy does put it all away even mine. So
with that I will continue.............she did a load of laundry (out of
the blue) and in my jeans found 70 dollars. You know the rule you find
it you keep it. Are you kidding me? One time in months and she is
keeping it. Yep It happned It happened I get revenge. I did laundry
and found $41 in her jeans........she never has cash. I am so excitied I
have never found money in her pockets. I call her at work to rub it
in.............with that she says, "that is change from the $60 I
borrowed from you." WOW talk about deflated and rejected Damn she wins
again. On further thought what did Nancy misjudge so badly that she thought it would be $60 and was only $19. UMM
Yippee no Hurricane Ike
Let me just say frist thing thank God we do not live in Texas,Damn what a mess!
Ok really I never panic or believe that hurricanes are coming so, I am the last one to prepare. Well with Ike I had a different feeling. I went with my gut and got prepared.
I
have my house (really Nancy's house) My house in pompano and of course
the bar..........I have to dismantle the awning........ remove all
TV's...........remove all fans. That means renting scafolding, and man
power to get it done. That awning is heavy as F*&% it takes three to
four people to get it down.
It's crazy not just for me for
everyone.........You know the drills, shutter the windows.....
generators make sure they are running..........get gas.........get
propane............get candles...................make sure you have
batteries..........get tap cons..........get wing nuts..........get a
new drill (because you screwed yours up)...........get
water........board the house in Pompano (first got to get the
plywood).......rachet down your shed. Get the picture?! Nancy is at
work and she is calling me not to forget this and not to forget
that......like dog food. Next phone call don't forget whatever. She
calls me a few more times, last time she calls she lets me know she is
headed to run a quick hurrincae errand. Wanna take a guess...........one
bag with one item......a pound of Starbucks coffee GROUND. So, I can
make hot water on the grill for her to still have coffee. WHAT?! That is
a hurricane supply because your coffee maker won't be able to work and
grind the beans. I mean seriously, really that is it. Yep I love her!
Like Vegas!
What happens at the Moon stays at the Moon! And yes I have seen a
thing or two happen that I wish I could tell but would never! Bartenders
as well, they know thier job depends on not seeing, not knowing, not
speaking!
However this was one of the funniest things I have
seen.............I will tell no names.(acutally never seen her
before).......We cut a woman off meaning she was drunk and needed no
more, well, here is the classic move, she yells "hey what does a
girl have to do around here to get a drink show some tits" and with that
rips off her shirt and bra! AWESOME! I must say they were nice (fake
but nice) she was in mid 40's and they were still perky. I could not
stop laughing, I mean that was seriously great. Ok we got her dressed and put her in a cab back to her hotel. I love my job. That is my ONE and ONLY Moon story..........
Here we go again.............
Who but me bets a tattoo and loses!? Alright here is how this freakin nightmare goes. A
few of my friends and I do this occasional dive bar crawl. I mean we
hit some funky bars, like clover, skeeters, lamp post lounge, wayward
inn (which only serves can beer). Side bar can you imagine a wine snob
like me trying to drink here. LOL Any who we end up at a biker bar
which had a tattoo shop in it. Well, Stubby (yes that is her nick name
and has many tats) gets this bright idea lets get tatoos, and anchors at
that. Oh hell no! Lois and Kim are tat free so they are not about to
just get one. So with that Lois says to Stubby where would you put
it.............Stubby's answer the best.....Look at me I am random
putting her arms out and says anywhere! We get to drunk for tatoos thank God! Well,
fast track to another day we are all out fishing in the keys. We are
basically fly fishing in the Ocean where we can clearly see to the
bottom and there are no fish! Again who does that....Now I thought
Stubby was good fisher women NOT! Nothing Nothing Nothing I am getting
very fidgety, to the point where I blurt out if we catch a freakin fish I
will get that damn anchor tattoo. I felt safe in saying
that...............a few more hours no fish. Well we decide just cruise
around a bit. We came a cross a half sunken sail boat. We get out to
swim around it..........it is full of fish. Damn it! But I am still
confident in Stubby's and mine lack of fishing ability. When I tell you
this fish swam onto Stubby's hook I mean it. It was hooked from the side
like it was pushed into the hook by the other fish swimming. She gets
it up on the boat......again no lie it is about 6 inches long. So now I
have a tattoo of an anchor of my foot for ONE freakin 6 inch fish! Side
bar.. Kim the butch one on this trip had to unhook the fish and she
even baited our hooks. We are wimps! However Kim gets the fish unhooked
as Stubby is yelling don't hurt it don't hurt it. Kim throws the fish
back in the water...........wait Stubby yells wait we were going to cut
it up for bait. WHAT you were screaming don’t hurt it but yet you are
going to chop it up! So Random!
A must do!
Any one who is looking for a great night out go see "Why We Have
Bodies" Nancy and I went with a few friends to see it last Saturday at
Sol Theatre. I am not one that usually laughs out loud at movies or
plays but I did. Great writing the actresses are really good. I don't
want to give it away but I am in love with Mary who is CRAZY! And just
for eye candy Renee is hot! But seriously it is only 30 bucks on
Saturday and 25 on Thursday and you get a free drink coupon for New
Moon. Now I see why it has won all the awards it has...............CHECK IT OUT!! Did I happen to mention complimentary wine at the show. Yippee
My karma...............
By now you should know my karma is immediate. Well here goes another story of true and yes whacked. John,
who cleans the bar everyday also cleans my house. As he likes to say he
is my b__tch. Anywho, Nancy brought home some fabu cookies left them on
the counter and John could not help but have a few. I must say here
Nancy is an awesome baker, so John knowing this sees the clear plastic
container of cookies. Tries one a little dry then tries one that has
icing and sprinkles, still a little dry. Oh well, no worries he is done
trying them. He calls me and says the cookies Nancy baked are a little
dry............Me what cookies? John, the ones on the
counter............Me, John read the label.........John, what
label.................Me, on the bottom. SHIT they are from Canine
Gourmet. Now I am laughing my ass off and I have everyone in the bar and
everyone I know I tell to bark at John when they see him. Ruff Ruff. So a few days goes by of me teasing him something fierce. Oh right I let up and put it to bed. I
get home late and tired from the bar................head to the
bathroom to brush my teeth. Which by my past stories I love to do and I
have to have a pump dispenser.I know I am a freak! Well, again Nancy the
common denominator plays a role in this mishap. She is left handed and
switched sides on the sink now let me tell you how well Melon Cucumber
soap tastes at 3 in the am. Pump hand soap and pump toothpaste should be
separated. Karma will get you every time! LOL
I am alive!!
Well I have missed eveyone via our little web chats or should I say
goofy stories. I have a few whacked out things that have happened. Lets
see first and foremost I and we survived Pride! What a great time, it
was great to see folks still parting in the rain with no worries. Lots
of interesting characters........I am in no need for a while to see a
hairy ass in chaps. And a big girl with no bra and I mean big girl in
white, with no bra, rain and all. Get the picture. I do love us!
A quickie
I am winning this life time achievement award tonight. Does this mean
I am dead or dying and also does it mean this it I can do no more? My
life is up. Maybe it's just me but I find it strange. Very nice but
strange. I know I can not die yet until they get the name of the bar right. New Moon not blue moon
Back in town
I have been gone for two weekends in a row and I am missing my baby ....the Moon. First
I went to Puerto Rico for my nephews wedding. All the sisters together
again, we do this once every five to ten years for a funeral but twice
in six months proved enough. Christmas and now wedding. My eldest
sister did great by my standards she only totally insulted me three
times in two days. Not too bad. Let’s see first one was at the rehearsal
dinner. Dinner is over everyone is walking around, some of her friends
from New Orleans wanted to take a picture of us.........so I step close
and smile as she says look we are like brother and sister. Nice! I reply
do not make me drop my pants and show the lovely folks my vagina. That
goes well? Next up number two, at the reception. The maid of honors
brother is Gay, the bride’s cousin. Got it. I walk over to my sister and
her husband's table to tell them what a great job they have done as I
am standing there between them Wil and his partner Peter head up to
dance............my sister reacts with shock and distain and says out
loud they are not going to dance are they?!! My brother-in-law says
quickly "Peggy your sister is gay and is right here" I just simply walk
away on that one. She does do her own form of an apology and walks up to
my table and makes me dance with her. Last but not least number
three, after the reception a few of us decide to go in the hot tub on
the roof (great views of the ocean and the city by the way) My other sister and I head to the room to get our bathing suits. Off we go. No
worries there but the next morning we are all at brunch. I am at one
table with some of my sister’s friends she is at the table next to us.
Everyone starts talking about the reception (great party) and the after
happenings like the to tub......my sister spouts out Carol I am shocked
you wore a bathing suit top did not know you owned one, to which I say
what?! She replies I thought maybe you would wear boxers to which I
answered over my chest? my button fly’s do not work that way I was going
to wear my loincloth and now I say in the most barbaric voice I have
pounding my chest "I go now to hot tub and sit" the whole table cracks
up. Now mind you at brunch I am wearing a white linen shirt with capri
pants.........guess what my sister is wearing Yep white linen shirt with
capri pants. Now, you know I can't let that go.......I stand up walk
over and say look Peggy we are dressed alike. She ignores me and I say
it again, she ignores me again once again I say it just for good
measure. Her friends are dying. That put an end to anymore insults and
the fact they left for their flight right after. Please don't take
this as all bad my sister is truly a good woman, she is a GREAT mom. Her
kids rock the World, one I went to visit in Uganda and the other is
doing great things at Brown University. She is great to her friends, her
community she took in whole families after Katrina. She is devoted to
her Church as well, donates so much. So it is with that in mind that I
still adore and love my sister. She will come around. Oh crap I
forgot to tell you one more thing............The maid of honor made a
book to give to the Bride and groom which was to be advice from all the
married couples they know. Well of course the first page is both thier
parents, second and third pages grandparents.............right after
that, page four.........You guessed it Nancy and I Yippee, almost put my
sister over the edge, her face was priceless, especailly my advice was
when all else fails the internet is for porn. I WIN!
Take it easy............
A few weeks ago Monday after Pride was a total catch up day at
the bar. So Tuesday I tell Nancy I am going to take it easy around the
house today and just do inventory at the bar because to be honest my
back was killing me! I have had this lower back wackiness going on for a
few weeks so now I am thinking I will rest. Laundry, light yard work,
straighten up the house, you know, a home day. I put in a load of
laundry and sit at my desk to print up some flyers for the bar. Shit,
printer out of ink, no worries I live right Office Depot off I go to get
ink. Come home and no lie...........wait it can only happen to
me.......the washer overflowed. The study has two inches of water
everywhere. Mind you the study is my office, so now I break out every
freakin towel we have......run to the bar to get the wet/dry vacuum.
Back home to move two chairs, book case, filing cabinets, desk, table,
computer tower oh yeah all of Nancy's CD's she is burning to computer
over 2000 of them. Wait I forgot the wine cooler too, of course full.
Damn it. So now I have moved a room full of furniture and wet vacuumed,
rinsed out heavy towels because I wanted a light day for my back. Am I
leaving out the fact.... I had to move the washer and dryer as well to
dry there. So let’s add all that up! Needless to say I am now walking
like Bigfoot. However I do have the cleanest study floors ever and laundry room. The best of this story is I purchased the WRONG freakin ink.
Just a little info.........
About Pride I very proud of the staff they rasied 10,000 dollars themselves for Pride. Now the a few quickies form Pride: A big muscular guy asked me if I were a top or a bottom. I of course say you do realize I am a girl right? Second
another guy told me I was handsome and said he did not want to insult
me by saying pretty but that I am handsome...........the worst part of
this Nancy thinks it is a compliment and I should take it that way. UH
NO! Now I know I am not pretty, pretty is feminine with the features of
great skin, cheek bones all that crap I don't have but
handsome..............give me just a small break!
Date Day
Nancy and I have not had much time together so my solution date day.
Saturday she went riding with friends and I went to practice with my
little league girls that I coach and the bar for paperwork. I tell her
be home by 1:00pm we will have Date Day, whatever you wan to do, we will
do. Nice right. I am thinking date day means sex or worst case
scramble. (long story there, just go with it) I get home I showered
and ready to do whatever................What does she wants to do
.....SHOP! That is the worst case I hate to shop for anything! I hate it
I hate it..............get the picture. This is why two different years
I have brought her coasters for X-mas. Ok I say with a grit
smile...............it gets worst we are going shopping for a purse.
Good God. But I stay focused, make it through this and surely we will
get to my idea of a date day. Off we go I even help, picking up ones
that I think she will like, it goes without saying that I was not even
close in my guesses. I participate, I mean man I am in the thick of the
handbags. Now, I just can't take it anymore I always know where
there is a seat in any store. I wander off to sit and wait. As I am
sitting there an older guy comes and sits next to me and starts chatting
away. Nice guy he is talking all baseball since I am in my softball
clothes, I hear about how he was drafted to the big leagues but had to
go to Korea. Pretty cool stuff.......... I see Nancy out of the
corner of my eye I know she is looking for me, I call out to her she
comes over with some hideous shirt (pink plaid) for me! I said oh hell
no, she walks away. The older nice man says to me............wait for it
............wait...............ready........Is that your daughter? With
that I get up and say it was a pleasure and off I go, storming to find
Nancy. I tell her what he said.............no sympathy. Yet she
tells me I need a facial that it would help as she can not stop
laughing. She finds a bag we leave head home............I am
thinking date day is going to salvaged. I try to get amorous she looks
at me and says..........wait for it.........wait......... No I can't
have sex with my mother GROSS! Damn it! LOL I wouldn't mind if she were younger but we are the same age!
Wow
I have not caught everyone up on the wackiness that is my life..... So here ya go: I
do not recommend late night hot dogs. Well yes I had to get one. It was
Wednesday night after the wine tasting............I promise I was not
drunk but I decided it would be a great idea for me to head to an Irish
bar with some friends. Of course I also decide I am going to play Texas
Hold Em with some rather strange folks. I sit and pay my "fee of 25" to
play. Did I happen to mention that I do not know how to play Texas Hold
Em, well these folks are serious I am sitting next to a guy who takes on
and off his sunglasses, a really crusty lady who only bets when she has
a killer hand. And the topper a lady who is about 250 in a sheer shirt
with the belly showing. Why I ask but not for me to judge she is feeling
good. Now, sheer shirt is on my case and knows I am weak, she is
betting hard against me I am on a mission to get her off the table. I
"go all in" and loose Shit! Now I pay another "fee" to buy back in. The
tall skinny guy who was smoking the longest thinnest cigarette I have
ever seen.............I swear they had to be customed made, beats me.
Damn it. Now this is it I buy back in again, I have to get sheer shirt
out I play a little smarter but yet still loose once again. Ok I am
done. A $100 down I head back to New Moon to close up. Still starving
so I head to where else my home away from home 7-11 Get my late night
hot dog proceed down 15th to see an object in the road. Sorry to say a
dead cat so I am moving over and then I swear another cat comes running
out.............I serve hard run up the median blow out my tire to the
rim, pulled away my front panel and yes the underneath the truck ( I
find out later is torn up) I did not drop that hot dog. I am only a mile from home I drive on my rim......ruined it as well. Thank you very much. So
the next day I count my night a $100 at the Irish bar, $125 for a tire,
$150 for the rim and the worst part the hot dog wasn't even cooked all
the way.......done with hot dogs! Next time I am gonna hit the cat and then make a donation to the humane society.
3 Years and hopefully still counting
Ok ladies I have now just recovered from the weekend's party. Thanks
for supporting us 3 years. To be honest I never thought we would last
that long(ok I mean that I would last that long) Thanks so
much..............however if you missed the party shame on you, it was a
blast! It was packed so many people but yet not too crazy. It was
sort of like Church at Christmas time people that come out once a year
were out. The DJ's the bands, the drink special, proved to be a good
time. Perhaps next year we won't give free Jager shots I know some
folks are still hurting. There were lots of not so pretty girls out
there on Sunday for the first day of softball. And yet they were blaming
it on me and the Jager. I will take the responsibilty. LOL Thanks
again to all for the years of support and I must say because of your
alls support New Moon was able last year to donate to over 15
non-profits, everything from saving the ocean, to kids with cancer , to
the homeless, our brothers and sisters with AIDS, and to a gay prom.
Valetines Day.......
Hope all had a great V-day or as I like to say, "VD" I am not big on v-day I know imagine that me not big on a romantic day. Well
I had to work early opening at 2pm because Tracy was out sick (sure I
believe that) any who I was working until 8pm then I could go home for a
bit and be back by 9:30 for the nights action. I got Nancy nothing
for VD and I thought hey I will be a sweetie and get take out, bring it
home we can eat under the stars on the patio. Nice idea right? Well I
beg Penny to come in at 7:00 so I could accomplish my task ahead of me. I
promised Nancy I would be home around 7:00 I ordered the food, head to pick up...........wait ..........wait..........wait. Finally
I get the food I start to head home all is going not too bad, BUT NO I
run out of gas on the home! Here is the worst part I knew I needed gas
for a couple of days but I never leave the village (Wilton Manors)
honest I fill my truck up every six weeks, so o thought for sure I could
make it home, for sure I can make it to the bar, for sure I can make it
to Publix or anywhere else I head during a week. Now I am not
calling Nancy, Hell no and I am not walking home with Thai food either I
call a friend of mine who I know is headed home and here is the weird
thing I know she has gas containers in her car, I beg her to turn around
and bring my dumb ass some gas. She ROCKS, got me going and home I made
it by 7:53 PM, here's my theory if the clock did not move to the next
hour I am home on time. So now this reminds me of a story on
Christmas day. Nancy's and mine first Christmas together, she wanted it
to be so special. I am being the very good newlywed and helping out.
Nancy asks me to do a few shores............all good she asked me to
clean the oven. I am doing my task and scrubbing the freakin' thing.
(remember newlywed!) I am doing an awesome job, I am taking the burners
out and now in the oven I went to take the heating coil out. It won't
come out so I give a good yank and out it comes sparks flying out with
some simmering smoke. Guess what heating elements are not supposed to
come out. Who would have thought umm? OOPS! Now I have killed half the
electric in the house fuses are fried. Shit Shit Shit is all I could
say. We have guest coming over. I turn to Nancy and said well you wanted
it to be special lets just order pizza. Now stop and think about how
well that went over............still thinking about it....... When I was
ALLOWED back in the house, my butt ran to Walgreens for fuses. But
still no oven........ Ok not looking good for me right now. At least the
tree is fixed and lighted. So now I am desperate I call my tenant in my
house I am renting (did not want to sell just in case Nancy kicked me
to the curb thank God) ask my tenant what she is doing for Christmas,
she is headed to a friends house and she is not using her oven. After a
big discount in next months rent I score, I take our oven out and place
it well hidden out back, run over to my house get the oven load truck up
and fit in place in our kitchen. Piece of cake! Ps The dinner was fabulous.
Just a heads up..........
Softball try outs are this Sunday from 12 -2 at Holiday Park. don't miss this if you want to play and you are not on a team. Good
Luck, sorry I won't be there I am doing a walk-a-thon in the AM why oh
why do people want to do physical activity in the AM!! Anywho check out the softball website at www.sfaaa.net
This just in..............
I spoke to a woman last night who voted for Romney because he is good
looking. No other reason, just that. Alrighty then..........what do you
say to that?
Please STOP!!
OK I will only rant and rave a bit...............but if I get one
more freakin' e-mail saying the Barack Obama is a Muslim trying to over
turn our government I am going to explode! Yes, it is true that I am
not a Hillary fan that I was a HUGE Kucinich fan. Now that my guy is
out I am for, you guessed it Obama. In talking to quite a few folks
they say they will not vote for him for various reasons that are groovy
everyone has a right to their opinion however the reason were WHACKED
(in my thought process only). One reason was of course he is
Muslim..............this is not true! The second reason I heard was his
name, they didn't like it. WHAT?!?! And wait it gets better another
reason someone had the "balls" to tell me, is because he is black.
WHAT?!?! Now I ask the question don't like the guys politics that is
groovy but please have a (again only in my option) valid reason not to
like him. I ask all those that did not like him why they were for
Hillary the overwhelming answer was because she is a woman. WHAT?!?!
Those lesbians I tell ya. Wait a minute you are picking someone based on
gender and not based on race. Does this make any sense to you? Or is it
just me that sees that as two same sides of the coin. It goes without saying that I am bit of a political junkie.........I love all opinions, so let me hear them.
Same old Same old
Ok so I will make this a quickie: Went to the movies, Matinee to
be exact with Nancy and her father last Sunday. Because that is what you
with a 71 year old guy. By the way I hate matinees, any who; we saw the
movie Atonement.........Great. What is the theater full of on a Sunday
afternoon? little old adorable folks. I follow this lovely woman into
the bathroom, we will call her Zelda. you guessed it she looked at the
mirror in front of her to see in behind her, she grabbed her chest and
gasped she turned as quick as she could and asked me what am I doing
her.............my answer was" using the bathroom but please don’t tell
the operation is not complete, our little secret" I thought she was
going to faint.
Next one I swear to this one too..........I fell
asleep in the drive through of Wendy's and it was in the middle of the
day, no long wait. Sad I know, the guy behind me peeped and the woman
working the window had her head outside waving me down. They must have
thought I was stupid..............no just sleeping.
Oh My God..........
It's true two years ago I brought Nancy coasters...........I suck! I forgot, it was that good of a gift the first time
Romantic gifts.............
I think that I am a very romantic person but just don't ask
Nancy, because she won't agree. (Her not agreeing is not only concerning
Christmas) For Christmas Nancy and I put a limit of 150.00 with
stockings to spend on each other. We really do like to buy for the sick
and poor children. We buy bikes and all kinds of way cool things, so we
really don't need anything crazy. So with that said for gift giving you
have to get inventive to say the least like maybe a made gift
certificate for a message or I will make you coffee for a
week.............NO I did not do that! Instead I did get her some
picture coasters, she can put whatever pictures in that she wants.
Nothing says I love you like coasters. Forget all those commercials that
say every kiss begins with Kay. I mean seriously do you want crappie
diamonds or a cool set of custom coasters? Why coasters of course! Oh
don't be so hard on me I also got her a calendar, crossword puzzle book,
a bbq basting brush and yes a big pack of gum. Wait I also got her a
bread knife. Not to shabby if I do say so myself. LOL I think my
favorite gift Nancy got me was a gift certificate to 7-11, I love
fountain sodas. A little tailer trashy as the expression goes but I do
love it!
I am giving birth.............
To twins, at least that is the way I feel. Coming back from 4 days
with the family. We would eat a big meal and then graze and then eat
another big meal and then graze, this went on all 4 days. Eat and drink
until you pass out or until you like your family. (Ok I'm am kidding) My
sister is an awesome cook but she gives Paula Dean a run for her money
with all the butter and cream she uses. And my brother-in-laws are HUGE
wine freaks. So with that said I am now giving bloated a new dimension. I think I am going to name my twins............Chardonnay and Merlot.
Oops I am being Serious...........
In our lives, we, I have come to believe are always challenged by the
people around us. Some with double standards, some with a true
conviction in what they feel to be so and some with a delusional since
of reality. And don't forget how some will judge you not knowing
anything first hand or at best with their preconceived views attached. We
all have had this happen to us I am sure but it is how we react that
really decides what kind of person we want to be and what kind of energy
we want in our lives. Sounds pretty heavy to write about however
in the last year I have had many discussions with people who are going
through this exact "cleansing" in their lives. Don't know if it is our
age, midlife crisis, or maturity but to be honest it's from 25yr olds I
hear up to my ancient age. In this holiday season take the time to
reconnect with what you truly want out of life, yourself and the folks
around you. (to me and just to me it is the best gift I can give myself)
It is never too late or too early to take steps in
change...........let's face it change sucks. I don't mean to sound
preachy for God's sake I am struggling everyday to keep focus on what I
feel to be important. This holiday will be different for me and I am
finding the good in the change. Now, I promise my next writing will
be freakin' fun! Especially since I am going to see my all sisters for
X-mas. I will have plenty to tell you, from the over achiever to the
nudist to the, well you get the picture. Oh wait I have to tell you my
eldest sister has planned a family photo for us, we all have to wear
kacky bottoms and a white top............How GAY?! I am thinking cargo
shorts and a wife beater, maybe with a hustler belt buckle.
Never before..................
Have I been this banged up. I know I am getting old and everything is starting to squeak, creak and all but really. The
foot thing that you know about...........I am adding my swollen jammed
up thumb, my strained rotator cuf (shoulder for those that are guessing)
and I swear I can't make this up, I burned the crap out of my toungue and I am three weeks late for my period. Who is HOT right now?!
What was it.................
Ok here we go again and yes I have a witness. I am still not sure what he/she was........ Honest. Nancy and I rush off to the emergency room to check on a friend (her story I will tell you later) We
walk into the waiting room and there is this black person and by black I
mean the darkest skin person I have ever seen. Wearing a pink mini
skirt and by pink I mean HOT pink and terry cloth material. Wearing a
white tube top and by tube I mean OUCH! Heavy set and by heavy set I
mean fat. Not wearing any shoes..............get the picture yet. Well
it seeks me out.....Why I ask you? Nancy is having no part of even
knowing me and walks to where there is one seat available and graps the
newspaper (crossword puzzle I think)......So I am left out on my own.
True love, any who back to Wonder Whatever, (that’s what I will call the
person) Now, Wonder Whatever is making quite the scene in the
emergency room and wanting to know when their turn is next......pacing
and talking up a storm in my general direction I am trying hard to keep
my head down. Guess what Wonder comes over to me and graps my arm and
says Heeeeyyyy, girl what up? Oh my NO........ Wonder Whatever proceeds
to talk to me about how screwed up people are. REALLY? I say Wonder
showed me something I was not prepared for...............pulled away the
tube top to pull out and show me the false boobies. However, it had
boobies and I am not sure if they were man boobs from being fat or
really chick boobs. God help me! Wonder does not make it any easier
either by saying I like to have more than I have............still don't
know. Needless to say Wonder Whatever is not shy, I excuse myself to RUN
up to the vending machine and look busy starving whatever it takes.
Nope it did not work Wonder gets up to show how to work the machine
loudly and yes obnoxiously. Well now clearly other people in the
room are annoyed at Wonder Whatever antics............I swear you are
not going to believe me but remember I have a witness, who by the way
has her head buried in a newspaper. Damn is she smart. In the
waiting room there was a group of three people a woman my age and two
young guys around 25. They are minding their own business because well
they were signing. They were all deaf and the two guys were did not have
any speaking skills, no voice. As I said people were starting to get
annoyed with Wonder......well Wonder gets in the space of the deaf guys
and now they kind of shoo Wonder away..............Oh boy that did not
sit well. Wonder starts to go off on them and directing her comments
like she is talking to me. Example I don't care about them I will "fuck
them up" Oh boy here we go. Thank God they can't Wonder is all I am
thinking. Well they are deaf not dumb they can tell by Wonder's body
language exactly what is being said. The two guys get up and the fight is on..................... A fat Wonder Whatever and two guys grunting and throwing their fist around. And yes signing to each other feverishly. Who
gets in the middle? quick take a guess............now I am breaking up a
fight with I don't know what that I can't communicate with and two
fired up grunting boys that don't hear a word I am saying I can't
communicate with either. Good times.............oh by the way my friend has a made a great recovery and Nancy well she finished the crossword puzzle.
I am not the one
to question God, however, I think just one small mistake in creating lesbians. I know what you are thinking how dare she.........that’s OK. I
was born Gay, at that time someone should have asked me, do you want
kids or not?........no kids no ovaries. That simple. Now as a lesbian
living with another lesbian we have two PMS women in one house. Hello!
Now that we are approaching mid 40's we have two menopausal women in the
same house. Not Fair! Besides the normal of a lesbian household,
like: two long hair women use a lot of Drano, always more toilet paper,
room for extra hair products, need more shoe space in closets. Buy the
extra large box of tampons and somehow create more sink space for all
the stuff (Nancy and I can't agree on type of brush to use) so we have
two of everything. extra drawer space for panties and bras, sports
bras too. Guys don't have this issue put two guys in one household and
they have extra space for anything. Damn it. It ain't easy and those silly fundamentalist think we picked to live this way
What do you call a one footed hiker?
Answer: Carol Here we go we (as in Nancy and I) are in beautiful
Zion Canyon on Sunday to start an awesome vacation actually to celebrate
our 9 years together. Nine years is that girl nuts or what? After a
trying last year I would not let anything get in the way of this
vacation. So with that said the first day of hiking is Monday. We meet
our guide because we are going to canyoneer, which is hiking and
repelling down the cliffs. We start our hike up to about a 1500 ft
climb, (mind you we started at about 4,000 ft up) so we can repel down
and rock climb and hike and repel..........get the picture yet. Now I am
hiking on my left foot on tippy toe and limping like a fool. Not to
graceful but I am getting it done. The guide, Nick, is very nice and is
very shy to ask me a question concerning my disability or abnormality as
he sees it. He asked were you born with that limp or did it happen as a
kid, accident what? I tell him two days ago at a softball tourney, he
laughs and ask what the hell I am doing hiking........my answer is just
that HIKING. The only time it really hurt bad was we were repelling a
slot canyon (which is a very narrow opening in the canyon) I had to
push off with my left foot to get over to the right of the canyon wall,
damn I yelped and slammed into the side of the canyon and nearly broke
my arm. Good times. After Nancy made sure I was alright she could not
stop laughing at how pretty now bruised arm is and what a mess I am. Vacations are wonderful aren't they? Now I am in a walking cam cast. Will the fun ever stop?
The on going saga
The foot the foot............. Here we go, now mind you I am not whining just stating some weird facts. I
fly to Phoenix to play in the Softball World Series (what a lesbo
feast) anywho, I am excited to play and of course I forget my sleeping
cast. OK to be honest I left behind on purpose ..............between you
and I, I did not want to bring a freakin' ortho sleep cast with a house
full of young hot softball girls. Mind you I was sharing a house with
12 girls all age under 30. I know I know ego ego but come on now you
would you want to go through the intense teasing I would have endured?! Needless
to say on the last game of the Series I am up to bat I step to swing
and my muscle under my foot pops like a rubber band. I hop all the way
to first in such pain I can not tell you. I get back to the dug out take
my cleat off to find a lovely swollen non-existed arch of my foot. Good
times, now the last day of the tournament and I can not walk. I am
being carried around because that was far better than looking like a
fool sleeping with a cast.........Can you say dumb ass! Again my karma
is so immediate. This all happened Saturday and I am to meet Nancy
in Vegas on Sunday to drive out and hike Zion Canyon, Brice Canyon. Stay
tuned for that story.
New Hair Cut
Here is the down low comments on the new hair cut......... First and foremost I did donate my hair, I am sure they will dye it before some poor kids with cancer gets it. Three comments ready..........
1. I look like Daniel Day Lewis, the women tells me, and then assured me he's sexy. Hello! HE
2. This one comes from my softball team that I traveling with, I look like Jesus and especially since I wear sandals
3.
Last but not least, a young woman tells me, I look 10 years younger
like I am in my 40's again. I am 42! She is no longer allowed to drink
at the Moon. LOL
Holy Crap!
Here we go again. If I bust on someone for whatever it is then something similar happens to me. example
a friend of mine Kim had a scratch on her ear right above her earring
and it looked screwy, so I bust on her on what a stupid place for a cut
well don't ya know I woke Tuesday morning with a huge cute/scratch on my
ear. See what I mean. Karma is quick. I am watching the Marlins play
and Cody Ross is out with a tight heel. What a baby, I am thinking, he
makes a near million and can't suck it up. Now my heel is hurting a tad....... I
have been running quite a bit (some of you have seen me and waved or
beeped) and I run like sasquash. Hard and pounding, so I thought I
better get new running shoes. Break down and buy some that were made in
this era. Nope did not help. Now it is going a few weeks and the pain is
getting worse to the point that I can not put weight on it. I see my
hot little ortho at the bar I ask her, probable bone spur, she says.
Solution wear support in all your shoes. I can't put those in
Birkenstocks. Hello! I try that no luck. Now I am seriously limping
out of bed......I went to the orthopedic. (I hate doctors and I hate to
go see them, only when going to Africa did I see one) She, the
ortho doc, walks in wearing heels, wait a minute you’re a foot doctor
wearing heels perhaps on my way out I will smoke with the heart surgeon.
Any who, here is the skinny I have a sprained heel and a bone spur.
Oh yeah Karma is quick. Who would have thought that a muscle runs from
under your heel to your toes and that you could sprain it?! I now have
to wear this freaky temporary cast at least 12 hours a day. So I decide I
will sleep in it as if I sleep 12 hours a day. Now that I have sprained
my heel....no running.........HOLY CRAP! It’s painful, poor Cody Ross.
I am a big girl!
Ok ladies here it goes I have to tell you my story of NOT getting a
mammogram. I have such high hopes of reaching the outer red line. The
glass plate where they squeeze the living day lights out of your boob
has lines on it..............like a small boob line then a medium boob
line and then a large boob line and then lastly a huge boob line. Now
I am sitting in the waiting room of the hospital to have my boobs
squeezed to death and of course I am so self conscience. I am called oh
yeah it is my turn...........we, as in the nurse make idol chit chat on
the way back to the x-ray room after all she will be touching my boobs
so it is only fair we have awkward conversation. She gives me a paper
shirt to wear with no front to it..........I laugh. She puts these
lovely little stick on metal covers on my nipples. Yeah that was pretty
fun. Now I have to say why I laughed, you are handling my boobs and
putting metal on my nipples I think we are intimate enough that I don't
need a paper shirt. Now I stand up to the machine and she places my
boob on the glass........I am excited to reach at least the middle
line. NOPE Ok the first line NOPE. She tries and rearranges my (in my
mind) big boob again...still NOPE. Ok now what, I can not fit into
the machine I am too small. WHAT! I’m too small! Yep to small. The nurse
was so sweet she assured me it was ok ........we a have a few ladies
who can not fit she says. Any who now I have to get a sonogram, cool
by me. Still have to get it done no matter I am at that age. (if you
are 35 and up you better get it done No EXCUSE!) Off to another
waiting room and the stares from new people. My name is called oh by the
way they yell Carol Moron not Moran. Nice. Any who off I go..... a
woman comes and leads me back to my room and tells me to undress to the
waist. And lie down. So here I am lying down topless in a strange room
(it's not like that hasn't happen before). In my comes the woman who
is going to do my sonogram.............she is cutie and says oh hey
Carol. And yes she comes into New Moon. Oh my God now I have this cutie
that I see almost every Friday night and softball Sunday rubbing my
boobs with gel and handling my boobs to get the right picture in the
screen. Still Oh my God I am dying, trying to keep my abs tight. You
know I have to try and look good. LOL That is hard work on your abs to
stay that tight that long. She is just as whatever as can
be.............me embarrassed as can be. Why couldn't it had been an old
troll doing my sonogram....Why. But I will tell you this embarrassed or not, scared or not.......you better get a freakin' mammogram or sonogram Missy.
Oh wait 84.50
We, as in Nancy and I redid our office/study. So cool how it turned
out. The colors are chocolate mouse and white with chocolate brown
chairs and furniture. Sounds cool to me but wait we have to interject
color so says Nancy. I am down with that well she picks a funky
sky/slate blue ( which by the way is so in) So we shop for throw
pillows ...........search ........search ........search Ok we find them.
We pick them out we go to the registar to pay. Two pillows mind you and
they are only 12in long by 6in high. The cashier says 84.50 I said WHAT
to Nancy. She repeats 84.50 I say realy 24.50 No 84.50. I pay the lady
and when we walk out I am still in shock. I think I am being punked. The pillows are not lace, silk, chennel............no just plain fabric. I can tell you this everytime I lay on that pillow I should have an orgasm. No lie. Oh
buy the way they look great with the new rug.................only 49.50
at Home Depot guess who picked that one out. Yep me! I love the rug.
I am feeling the pressure
Ok so I am feeling the pressure to write the whacky things that
happen to me and make them funny..................well the truth be told
they are funny on their own. It really does just happen to me. It
is rare but I have a witness. I am not sure which story to write about
the very black drag or trans at the hospital or the woman who I never
met gave me advice on how to look more fem. .................. Lets see. Ok I am going with Doo at dniner at Il Mulinos. Nancy and I are at the bar to grab a quick bite to eat when this lovely couple we will call them Doo and Da sit to eat as well. We
chat a bit with Paul who bartends there and comes to New Moon, order
our food and Marlins are the TV all is going well. (except Marlins are
losing because that what they do). Now comes the couple, they sit
and are very polite. They just came form Galanga for diner and stopped
off for a night cap. We get into a conversation and................well
wait let me give how we were seated. Doo and Da then Nancy and at
the end is me, so with that Da starts a simple conversation with Nancy.
They and we were talking about the boat show it goes right in front of
thier condo. Good conversation, they do ask how long we have been
together ( cool they don't care we are big fat homos). Da is an
investment banker so Nancy and him into intense
conversation....................well doo and I are at a lost of what to
talk about. Here it comes, she was a hair dresser. She was taken a back
at first she confesses to talking to us because she did not know if I
were a girl or a boy. ugh! Anywho I stay polite and say well I don't
normally wear tank tops out for that reason. I know I have big arms and
no boobies. Ok right cute joke and leave the conversation be but
nooooooooo. She gets out of her seat and walks to my chair and
proceeds to tell me immediately I must dye my hair. And now she is
touching me with her finger ina pointing way. Like when you point at
some one and say ugh no! Nancy is having an adult conversation with
Da and is not paying attention after a swift “save me” kick Nancy gets
it. She leans into Doo and says, no to dying my hair it is who I am.
Sounds great but then she left me again.............here I am out on my
own with Doo. Now doo proceeds to tell me how I can look more fem and
younger. I need to get a hair dye as you know but then I need to get an
eyebrow lift. And if I had the funds botox to get rid of my lines in my
face. Boy am I feeling good about eating Italian at this point. Doo asks
if I mind her advice as she is still touching my mya arms in a bit of
distain, I say well of course not as, I considerate on the Marlins game.
Her response, GREAT then let tell you then I have a few more pieces of
advice..........stay out of the sun, get breast implants (even they are
small) and I quote for God's sake stop working out. With that I am
done,…….. well Da hears this and ushers Doo out the door. Thank God. All
of this and my chicken was dry. Damn it.! Now that I have the secret to youth I will share with everyone.
White Trailer Trash...............Thats ME!
I am ok with it. But why am I trailer trash (what a horrible expression) well here ya go. I ate three meals in one day at 7-11. Yep. I
am always up at breakfast by 8:30 to eat before I work out and I work
out by 9:30. On this particular day I was running late to an appointment
of some sort can't remember what of course. Its 9:45 and I am starving,
so I get to my nearest 7-11 to buy an egg, sausage, cheese biscuit.
Damn it was nasty. I only ate the egg and sausage out of the "sandwich".
Side bar I try not to eat carbs and I am allergic to dairy and yeast.
That means no bread or cheese. I get the lovely little dried out sausage
down and I am driving to my destination my truck smells so bad from the
biscuit I had to pull over and throw it out. Ok that was
breakfast..............now it about 2:30 and I decide I have to get my 5
mile run in, so I run my Wilton Manors route. About 2 to 2.5 miles in I
am fading fast. Now I know it’s hot but I am really starting to hit
bottom. As I am running I start to think what the hell is the last thing
I ate? Guess?! That damn biscuit, I have not eaten anything for over 5
hours. I am turning back to run towards my car when I have to
eat..................Where is the only place close 7-11. I get an apple,
a breakfast bar and some water. When I tell you I sat by the garbage
can and devourer my food like a homeless person. It wasn't pretty. Not
to mention the headache that gave myself from dehydration. It is a
Thursday so I must work at night and we (penny and I) get out very late I
am starving again. Let’ss see where can I eat at 3:30 in the morning?
You guessed it 7-11. My late night hot dog (no bun) I eat that on my way
home and leave the box on my front seat. OUCH! Do you know what a 7-11
hot dog box with onions smells like when the morning heats beats down on
it? If you can't imagine you are lucky. I do wonder why I had such stomach issues the next day. Who’s your pretty girl?
I'm Back
I have soooooo much to catch you up on that I am not sure where to begin. Before
I forget I do have to tell ya my girlfriend is a FREAK. She and a
friend named Stubby (we will get into that nick name later) are flying
to Nashville, renting Harleys and riding to Memphis. Doesn't sound
strange but why are they going to Memphis..............it's the 30 year
anniversary of Elvis's death. They are going to look at impersonators
all weekend. A nice jewish lesbian in Memphis, they will love that. Oh
by the way the guest house they are staying at is across the street from
where Elvis went to grade school. Really, I say who cares and they are
FREAKS, but then again who am I to judge. LOL
Lost and lonely.................
So our computer crashed in a BIG way. We have been without for about
three weeks. i feel so out of touch. How in the hell I survived before
computers is beyond me. The good news its back and working great, the
bad news we lost every stitch of information concerning the bar and
personal finacials, house records, taxes, contacts, srpead
sheets.......EVERYTHING. This would be the reason I have not written, but I do have alot to catch you up on. First
and foremost PRIDE was off the hook. CRAZY! If you missed it baby you
missed the party. Every outrageous outfit, free give-aways all day, live
music and I must say DJ Rae Rae was on her game. I will write more
once I am done with catching up in computer hell! Seriously I hate
sitting at a desk all day. Nancy callled to check on me and make sure I
was still working..................even sent a friend to make sure I was
home and not lying about being TIED to the desk. Me sitting down for
more than an hour torture I say torture. Talk to ya soon
High School Grad..........
Hey all, Last weekend I went over to Bradenton for my niece's
high school graduation. First I have never seen so many camouflage hats
in one place; for God's sake the ceremony is 2 hours long. You can't go
without that hat for 2 hours?! Any who, she walked proudly to get her diploma and I was proud of her as well. Of
course we go out to dinner to celebrate.......Damn who knew we could
get kicked out of a Jo-To's almost but we didn't. Jo-To's is like a
behni-hana. We drank and carried on like crazy, it's time to leave
but not end the party, so we kidnap my little niece since she knows
where everything is to get us to liquor store. We buy a few things for
coffee drinks. Wait we need whip cream........so off to Walgreens at
midnight. It is midnight in Bradenton I am dressed to impress, if I do
say so myself. I am heeled boots (that's right heels baby). Now I am
thinking to myself...........Self you are in Walgreens at midnight
dressed and buying only a tub of whip cream. Everyone is looking at you.
Here comes the part where I was saved from everyone looking at me, at
least I think so. The woman in front of me is buying ............get
ready.........a pack of Marlboro Reds, a box of Oreos and an ENEMA! Who
is parting now?! She wins!
Whacky things people do and say.......
I went to Boom last night at around 1:30 am with Davina and a few of
her friends. Well we get there and this guys with no shirt and sweating
like a horse after a race comes from behind me and starts dancing with
me. Geeerooss! all up and down my koolaid..........Yikes, so we get
off the dance floor. He comes over to where we were standing and wants
me to meet his friend. He is a nice guy and of course I do know him from
being around. (that doesn't sound good) Anyway I walk with him to meet
his buddy, as he introduces me, he says my name and that I own New Moon.
Normal right?! Well then his freind looks at me and says while shacking
my hand and I quote "my mother speaks German" WHAT?! not nice to meet
you or its a pleasure or even I didn't hear your name. Nope! my mother
speak German. cool Uh? Exactly what do you say back. Now I am baffled and smell like a sweaty man, good night out I would say. Home to shower and off to bed.
I set a record.............
I fell asleep in the drive through of McDonalds. The women had to
wake my up from the pay window to drive up to the pick up window. No
lie!! Now, mind you there were cars in front of me, during my time of waiting at the pay window. Took my quater pounder (with no bread) home to eat and fell asleep at the dinning room table. And I was drinking water all night. That stuff will kill ya.
A few facts about Uganda
They do not turn off the car while pumping gas.....Hello?! Women
are not allowed to operate bicycles, moped or cars. A bigger HELLO?!
They can be passengers if they can afford it, if not, they walk
everywhere. Women in some places can not eat chicken only men. They throw garbage right out the window.........no garbage cans anywhere. In
the Capital city Kampala, crazy crowded and it is an international
business center. (this is the only place you see white people) Mazunco means white person Mulau means crazy or mad Not sure why they called me Mulau Mazunco Over
40 languages are spoken however English is the national language you
are taught in school. Luganda and Swahili are most commonly spoken after
English Matoka is the food they love.....it is green banana ground
into a paste (gross) and posho which is like eating Styrofoam, it is a
heated flour paste. No one in the villages has a dog.........can't
afford to feed them. Not really in the City either unless the people who
have them are not from Uganda.
No horses in Uganda..........why Idi Amin. I ate a lot of goat and snake.........not bad. Anything is better than Matoka. Cows have horns Fish head soup...........they dry the fish heads out on a table outside in the heat and then make the soup.......No No No!! There no such thing as OSHA, FDA or Health Inspections..........nay nay fifi. To Pa Pa, its meaning is along the lines of relax/don't rush Yogurt is in a bag with a straw and not ever refrigerated. Here
is my favorite...........meat is not refrigerated, it is hung raw
outside (roadside most times) so you can walk up tell them how many
kilos you want, they wipe off the bugs and cut it for you! Take it and
cook it. Delicious! And yes I ate it! I also ate all the foods/meats
the poorest of villages folks would rush the cab, car or bus we were
traveling on to sell. I am sure it met all health inspection standards.
NOT! You buy live chickens, people carry them around in bags until
they get home to cook. My niece jumped sky high when a woman taking her
chicken home moved on a cabride. LOL Cabs......well they are 8
passenger mini vans that they fit 16 of us on. You have to wait until it
is full.......oh the smells of Africa Oh yeah last but not least,
there is no diet coke.........only coke light you are lucky to find in
upscale places in the city. That about killed me, no cafine. Yikes!
Nile River water taste great............
So it's pretty cool when the guide who is commanding your raft gives you a big fat hug. Why, may you ask, here we go. My
niece, Michelle, had booked a whitewater rafting trip down the Nile
River. Incredible! I tell her I am up for anything and that I love a
good adventure. Perhaps I should have reminder her of my age. Yes I have
whitewater raft before but I have no business doing class five rapids.
If you don't know about the rating system of rapids, five is the most
difficult. Bring it, I say, I am psyched. We are told a few facts
to live by, one get down means kneel and hold the rope a side of the
raft. Second, not to let go of the boat but if we do, do not panic under
water it seems like a long time however it is only 20 to 25 seconds.
Last never swim when you are down because you could be swimming further
down, let the life vest do its job. Sounds easy enough to me, now I am really ready! Beautiful
ride down to the Nile. We launch the raft and away we go. Practice a
bit and off to hit our first set of rapids. With some great leadership
and teamwork no problem. Second set of rapids are three's so we are
really cruising through, looking good. Now we come up on rapid named Jaws, now you know how the story is going to go from here. We
miss timed the rapid and the raft flipped. Not just flipped over but
flipped via thrown into air. Everyone is tossed out of the raft. Oh wait
I forgot to tell you as we were entering the rapid our guide yells
SHIT! GET DOWN GET DOWN!! HOLD TIGHT HOLD TIGHT then another SHITTT! Needless
to say I go down deep, not just the green water but the brown brakish
water. I get caught in an under tow. Pretty much a hydraulic pull of
water and me. I do start to panic a bit knowing I am heading down
further because lets face under tow does not move upward. I start
kicking and swimming remember very clearly saying to myself I did not
come to Uganda to die. As I swimming up, I catch myself and talk myself
into relaxing. I curl up in the fetal potion so the life vest can do its
thing........slowly I start heading upward into the light brown water,
then the dark green water, then the light green water. Now my body
automatically starts to fight to breath. I cover my mouth and nose not
to take in water. (It is a natural reaction for your lungs to want to
breath and you will take in water if don't cover, that unfortunately how
most drowning occur) As I get to the white water
..................I do not make it up before another huge rapid breaks
on top of me, sending me back down. Everyone else is up and accounted
for, I fond out later but me at this point. As the wave crashed hit
took me down but also rushed me forward at the same time. I take in
water as I can't hold my nose and cover my mouth as I am fighting the
rapid. I am seriously hurting at this point. I do make it up from the
green water (of course else I wouldn't be typing this now). As I forged
my way to the surface, the rescue kayaks are looking for me. They spot
me and the kayak rushes over to me. I could have that mans babies for
getting me. I ride the kayak back to our raft. They pull me up on board,
I lay in the boat trying to catch my breath and coughing up parts of
the Nile. In between coughs I saying that was rock and roll, totally
groovy. The guide gives me a big bear hug and says we have never had
that close of a call. WHAT?!? did you say? Don't say that to me there
are plenty more rapids to go! Well as I sit up my niece freaks out
because I am bleeding from a small cut on my forehead. I get my stitch
and butterfly strips right there on the raft. But how did I get that
when I did not hit any rocks? The say snake whipped. You mean there are
snakes in that water, I was in there with snakes?!?! Drowning I am cool
with, snakes Hell NO! Oh one more thing it goes without saying that I
vowed never let go of that raft again no matter what I would make love
to it before I let go again. I mean it.
A Message from Nancy
Just to let everyone know: after 4 flights, a ton of advil and quite
the head cold, Carol has arrived safely in Kampala, Uganda....
...Her
adventure continues (hey, getting through the International terminal at
MIA was an adventure in and of itself!) bright an early Tuesday morning
as they ride to the village where her neice teaches - -
Getting Nervous
Ok I am offically getting nervous about traveling to Uganda. In the
newspaper last week they had a coup overthrow the court house and remove
all elected judges. This means I better NOT do anything that I need to
appear before a judge because, well there aren't any. The militants are
in control of the court system. Don't know if I mentioned but my
niece has been mugged 4 times while in the capital of Uganda......
Kampala. I was gonna look for those little thugs. I guess I am not going
to do some old fashion justice on those boys. Who am I kidding......I
wasn't anyway. I am a big chicken! LOL Hopefully I will be able to
write from Kenya when we fly over for a safari so I can catch you up on
all the details. Maybe a picture or two of me in my fabu skirt. I
hopefully going to be thin and tan. Oh my God wait, I just thought of something.......NO WINE! What?!
I survived the week............
Man you guys know how to party. The weekend was an awesome time, what I remember of course. Thanks
so much to all those that made the weekend possible. From those that
worked it to those that came to enjoy it...........THANKS. It does not
go unappreciated. I have never have gone to bed at 5:30 in the
morning three nights in a row before and I don't mind tell you I am way
too old to do it again. (I know something is grammar wrong with the
above sentence but I can't figure it out) LOL A special thanks to the staff who always has to pick up my slack. Slacker Carol
No
lie it took me over 4 hours to crop and post all the pictures. If you
know anything about me, sitting at a computer does not work so well for
me. A.D.D. sets in and it ain't pretty. If there are repeats in pictures
well you get the idea. See ya soon
I am NOT a pedophile!!
I got some major strange looks at K-Mart and Target when I purchased
every pair of kids underwear they had. I did get boys and girls though.
Who needs three hundred pair of undies? I am sure they are thinking what
is a big old lesbo like me buying all these undies for? Of course I am taking them to the kids in Uganda. Duh.
My Niece ROCKS!
One once of her passion is all I need. Why? Her name is Michelle; she
has masters in public health but yet went to Uganda for 2 years to
solve the world AIDS crisis. She is a teacher/counselor at the orphanage
school. She is a nut; Uganda has the highest AIDS population in the
World. Who would want to live there for 2 years with no electricity or
running water? NOT ME, however I am going to visit for 2 weeks. Lets 2
weeks versus 2 years yep I am up for 2 weeks. She speaks the language which is a party bonus, I won't look so dumb. I
told her I am game for any experience that comes my way......so I think
she might be taking advantage because she said I can go to the well
everyday and pump the water. I think one time is an experience enough.
LOL. Oh yeah I also get to boil it and then chill it for drinking. Fun
Fun. Michelle tells me I must wear a skirt.....WHAT?!?! It is not a
very touristy area as you can image being with all the
genocide/bombings/civil war going on next door in Darfur. So they
consider it a bit of an insult for women to wear pants. Good God. She
said I will stand out like a sore thumb if I wear pants all the time,
hell I am going to stand out anyway I am white with white hair. LOL. I will keep ya posted, this trip is sure to have good stories.
Why Oh Why Me?
I am fly paper for whacky people. I am at the doctor’s office the
other day, the infectious disease doctor mind you. Why, you may ask,
but I do NOT have any infectious disease so put that rumor down. I was
there to get all the vaccines I need to go to Uganda and Rwanda Africa.
(Side bar I am scared of needles) Eight that’s 8 shots I had to get.
DAMN. So now to the story..... I walk in the office, I sit down.
The waiting room is fairly large with about 12 chairs in a semi circle. I
am alone in the waiting room until this lady walks in and sits right
next to me. WHY? right next to me. She proceeds to cough a lot, so I
look as if I am interested in a magazine that is over by another chair,
so I can move to the chair. Clever I thought. I move over to my new
little seat assignment. Don't guess...........she moves and sits right
next to me to look at the magazine I just picked up. Did I mention it is
an infectious disease office!! And she is till coughing up body parts!!
At this point I am welcoming any needles headed my way. A day in the life.............Crazy but True.
Mid-life Crisis
Hey guys I went away to Orlando to play in a softball tournament. I
must come totally clean on something first...........I play on this team
because, well most of the players are young and hot. Simple! It was
a good time and a few of the players had thier parents come to watch.
Kristi's Mom came to watch which I met, very nice woman. Later in the
night Kristi says to me my mom wanted to know if you were single, she
wanted to "hook you up" with a friend of hers. What?! I have Mothers
wanting to hook me up and the fact that it came from a mother hurts.
Damn. At some point in the weekend we were talking music and I say I love Frank Zappa, cute young Lindsy says so does my Dad. Ouch! One
more thing came from all of this another player Kris says to me Mama
Moon when I am your age I want to have a body like yours. Kiss or kill
her?! Nancy is convinced I am having a mid life crisis, God I hope
not that means I will live to 84........I think I am having a 3/4 life
crisis.
L Word
I am now driving myself mad watching this Crap! Hey Papi I have a rule for you......don't try to act unless you know how. What happened to Cybil Sheppard? Please tell her to stop. I
can't even write anymore about the show..........but of course I will
watch it next week to see just how much worse it can get. Maybe just
maybe something will change.
Are you kidding me!?
L Word stands for LOSER Seriously that show is like a train wreck.
You can't turn away and it is ugly. Now don't be getting mad it is just
my opinon. You have Marina back who is totally hot and they don't even show a love scene.....that to me would have been nice. The
rest of the show...........Shane's face makeup changed several times.
BAD EDITING first we had blood then no blood and then we had blood at
end. Horrible. Oh yeah don't forget the over reacting whinning
ex-couple........Bette and Tina (now straight). How annoying are they?
Backed up by the poor rich girl gone broke and that freakin orbiting,
outerspace website. Papi my butt. I love that we have a show about
Lesbians but seriously can they at least be real. Becasue I don't know
about you but every time I am dating someone new they always ask if my
ex will sleep with us and right away too. Come on! So like I said I am happy we are represented on TV however can we get some real deal going on. I
have wasted an hour of life I will never get back. I could have had
thumbtacks shoved under my fingers or perhaps my teeth pulled or even
hot pokers stuck in my eyes and had more fun.
Somebody should have told me!
What playing possum meant. For those that don't know possums play dead when they feel they are in danger. Also as a bit of information you can't pick them up like sushi with chopsticks. Swear! So here's my story ...... Needless
to say I work really weird hours, so mostly I get my computer work done
in the late hours or wee hours depending on your view, but usually at
the desk at 3 in the AM. I try not to disturb Nancy since she has
'normal" hours however the dogs get restless. So my solution is leave
the side door open and let them come and go as they wish. They have
their dog run, they have food and water, and they can play its fabu. My
male boxer, Bailey, is quite the hunter. Skids, the female boxer is
totally my dog can't be bothered and too lazy to chase anything. Well
this particular night I am at the computer, everything going groovy no
barking but yet I hear a lot of commotion inside the house. NOW IT’S
POSSUM TIME!! I go into the back room and see what I think is a black
and white rope toy. No oh my God it’s a dead cat NO. It is a nastily
ugly possum, just lying as Bailey is trying to revive it to play more.
If no one knows this I can't stand dead animals. I can't even pick up a
lizard, roach, snail alive or dead. Now I am fighting to get Bailey
away from this creature, I am doing the whisper scream. I am banging the
ground to scary him away and he looks at me like I am the biggest whim.
So. Nancy is now up, she gets the dogs and heads out front wit
them, so ME I can get the possum. Me?!? We have a big bay window in
front the dog is trying to come through it scaring me more............ Time
for me to act, so I go and get the swifter handle and a broom handle I
am going to role this thing onto a sheet and wrap it up. Poor thing is
bleeding it not a pretty scene. My 2 big giant chopsticks are not
working. As I am poking at it, it moves. HOLY SHIT I jump so high and so
far, I tripped on the couch and fell. It's alive, but only raising it
ugly head at me. Now what do I do? I am thinking I have to go get a
shovel to kill it and put it out of its misery. ME?!? Kill something. I
am dying at this point and Nancy is outside laughing at me. I go out to
the shed get the shovel and square of, to do the dirty but I think
necessary deed. Well the freakin' possum pops up and heads towards me.
CRAP! I am now standing on my couch with shovel in hand being terrorized
by it. Now the possum is running around the backroom and trying to hide
under a chair. Oh Hell No! I jump off that couch and start my attack.
Back door is open I am going shoo it out or pick it up with the shovel
and do an Olympic Toss. It's a long hall way to the back door so the
toss idea won’t work. I scoop it out from under the chair; it hisses at
me longs me straight in the eye......... and calmly............walks
right out the door. What?! I an standing there frozen. Honest it looked
me at one last time before it headed out the door as to say, hey dumb
ass that was fun.
Keep your head down
I must learn to keep my eyes down and not make eye contact with
"people". at least that is what my friend Jackie tells me. Why? you may
ask, well I again have story to tell about the weird in my day. Here we
go, by the way I love when I have a witness, Jackie and myself went out
to breakfast as I do almost everyday, the same diner and the same order.
Damn I am like a little old lady. Anyhow, we are sitting there when a
woman with big lips painted orange (yes orange), approached our table.
She was pale white with dyed reddish hair, she was wearing those knitted
shorts that just hang on ya and she had these very skinny white legs
dangling from them, she had a striped tight shirt again with dangling
arms from it and green fuzzy slippers. Close your eyes and vision that
one. Well she comes over to give me her paper she was reading. I accept
the paper and she proceeds to talk current events with me, meantime
Jackie is not looking up from the table. I have a brief and courteous
conversation with her. she heads back to her table all is
well........................our food arrives and we start the morning
feast. My girl Jackie gets the whole deal eggs pancakes the works!
Not
so fast..............the woman gets back up from her table and walks to
our table again this time she is on Jackie's side and in front of me.
She wants to know where she can get a certain shirt no one can tell her.
She has seen them and she said everyone thinks she crazy when she asks.
Don't forget the whole time she is talking to us, food is in the corner
of her mouth, and on her lips...... its moving, man, I am praying it
doesn't fall. Now I am on a mission to help this woman find her shirt, I
call a friend in the business, low and behold I have located her the
shirt she wants. End of story she heads to her table to finish eating.
NO NO NO not the end...................she again comes to our table on
Jackie's side just bursting with happiness over finding the shirt, she
proceeds to thank me one more time. Well the last thank you was the one
threw Jackie over the edge.......................with the words of
thanks she spits out her food right smack in the middle of Jackie's
pancakes. I mean prechewed eggs on a nice new stack of pancakes. It was
like bird poop on a shined car!! LOL.
Keeping my truck clean
If you know anything about my truck I am always hauling something
around in that damn thing and the inside is full of junk. It usually has
empty diet coke cans, water bottles, shoes, food wrappers and an
occasional banana peel......getting the picture yet. I must tell you the
best part about the truck is when it rains outside it rains inside,
cool uh? Anyway I developed an ant problem LOL so I decided to keep
my truck clean. I fell a little behind and had two diet coke cans in my
truck; I was at 7-11 so I decided to throw them out. WOW how exciting,
well I walk my happy ass into 7-11 doing my thing when a woman taps
me and says "it sure would be nice if you would recycle those cans, it
helps the environment" I was taken a back and calmly said to her "well
it sure would be nice if you didn't drive the biggest gas eating Hummer
made" I think I made my point.
Will the real Carol please stand up
If you missed Saturday night you missed the scariest thing yet. All
the staff dressed as me, it was quiet frightening to see 5 of me running
around. I must say the did a great job, long gray hair and a wine glass
in hand, birkenstocks, blue nail polish and all. It really was awesome.
I think I am going to take it as a compliment......I think. Oh yes
don't forget Kat who came in with a blow doll with my face on it. Things
that make go ummm. She was a diver ( if you get what I am saying) with a
blow doll around her neck. Again the doll of me had a wine glass in one
hand and a cigar in the other. Scary. Again, compliment or ? If I stop drinking wine will people regonize me?
Movin' on up....
Sunday at the bar, Anthony, who I adore has taken the time to bring
me a a product he really wants me to use. He starts by saying not that
you need it, but I got this for and its really easy to use and it works.
It's $95 for a small tube so I know you won't buy it, he says. I thank him so much, now for the product.............ready...........HYLEXIN What does it do you ask, quote from the tube itself "serious dark circles and chronic puffiness surrounding the eye orbital area" And I thought things could only get better and move up after judging the Slut of the Year contest at Ramrods, who knew!
No way...........
How can my writing insult you? Ok I must come clean, a woman gets me
at the bar the other day, to say to me, me not liking Jew food is
insulting. WHAT?!?! I am totally thinking she is
kdding..........NOPE. Here is why, now mind you I am the biggest liberal
in all the land. I think all drugs, hookers should be legal, we haven't
had a decent presidental canidate since Frank Zappa and all traffic
signs should be in at least 5 languages. For Gods sake I want everyone
to drive well. Anywho back to the story.............It would have
not been insulting if I would have used the word Jewish food. For some
unknown reason Jew is negative but Jewish is not. Nancy my jewish
girlfreind did not have the reason either, neither did her hadassah
mother. After much resaerch let me clear this up. I hate Greek food
too, not Greekish food, I also hate Vietnamese food, not Vietnamesish
food. I hope that helped. LOL I love all the people just not the food.
Catching up
Good news and bad news: First the bad, my nieghbor died who called at all hours of the night. Better place for her. Good news, the girl at the juice bar remembered what kind of shake I drink and had it made as I walked up.
I love my neighbor
Here we go............. I gave my cell phone number and home phone
number to my neighbor to call me anytime she needed me. She is about 70
years old and lives alone. Key word anytime. Well I get home from
the bar on Friday nights (really Saturday mornings) around 5 am. I wine
down and usually get into bed to start waking up Nancy. Nancy works out
at 6am on the beach. We will breakfast together, she leaves to workout
and I go to bed. It's our quiet time. Not so fast. Just as I crawled
in bed to wake Nancy, the phone rings, it's my neighbor Ann, calling me.
She is thristy wants me to bring her over something to drink. Of course
I immediately go over with a bottle water. I on the way over opened it,
WRONG thing to do. She did not want it because it was opened. I tell
her no worries I will go to 7-11 and buy her a soda, she somewhat snaps
at me, and asks why 7-11 when Walgreens is open 24 hours. Oh yippie for
me. I head back over to my house, Oh did I forget to tell you my
sprinklers were on and now I am walking through hers as well. I walk in
to get my keys and tell Nancy (well rested Nancy might I add) that I am
headed to the store and no lie , she askes to get a half gallon of milk
she feels like cereal. WHAT!?! I am soaking wet at Walgreens with everyone else in there starting their day when I want to end mine. I
buy the milk and two cokes for Ann. Back home, drop off the milk, walk
over to Ann's still through sprinklers and give her, her two cokes. She
now wants the receipt. I thought is was to see how much to try and pay
me for them. I of course tell her no worries about that, see snaps a
little again she wants the receipt to see that I tuly bought them
today....I head to my truck to get the receipt..........Now it has hit
me. Every light is on, she is 70 and white with BET (black Entertainment
TV) on and she is very figidity. She might be loosing it. I never said I
was smart or quick. She wants to know what happened to the milk and
when did I have time to drop it off. Mind you it is around 6:30 now, so I
spend a few moments with her watching BET the gospel of soul program.
Then I make my exit. I dry off warm up and head to my long awaiting
bed...I get into that deep relm sleep and then there is a knock on the
door, the dogs are going crazy. No it is not my neighbor, but her
daughter to thank me at 8AM. Is it any wonder I nap anywhwere. Oh no
folks it gets better, Nancy comes home around 10 am from working out and
eating breakfast with friends. And begins to wake me up so we can start
our day together............... I love my life.
I hate Jew food
Nancy is into this new deli she has discovered, Pomperdales. This
place is right out of New York and everyone is jewish with Long Island
accents. Nancy can get her lox platter and I whatever. Every freakin'
time we go there, there are three counter men older than dirt God Bless
them. They have been working there for agaes. Here my problem with
the place first and foremaost I hate jewish food. Second they call me
sir everytime. Not only do they call me sir, they do that macho "hey
thats your babe nod to me" Have you every seen it when a guy does that.
GROSS! They think they are being hip, not so much. No offense to Nancy
but anyone under 60 is looking good in that place. We bring down the
average age. The woman at the counter stares at me all breakfast
long, with a bit of a tilted head. She watches me....It creeps me
.........what does Nancy do, she enjoys that lox platter, it's the best
she says. LOL
Fuzzy Face?
Here goes one of those wonderful compliments that come at you through the day. I
was at the bar, I had friends in from out of town, and we were having
wine and cutting up. I went also to meet DJ Rae Rae to pay her for the
month. We’re hanging out and drinking some fabu LaCrema Chardonnay,
well, as we are chatting we both at the same time notice a hair on
the lip of my glass. I have been drinking out it for a while so it had
to come from me. A dog hair and eyelash you know the usual
suspects……………………..No not with Rae Rae. As Rae notices she rubs her
face where if I were a man I would have sideburns and says to me..and I
quote “It probably came from (rubs her face again and then mine where
the sideburns would be) but mine are blond so your shows up more”
What!?!?! How in the hell did a hair on my wine glass end up that I
need laser treatment. I look at her like she has three heads; of course I
am now rubbing my face to see just how fuzzy I am. It just keeps getting better and better for me.
A good lesbian
Am I not a good lesbian? The secret is out so I mine as well come clean to everyone: I
do not know how to use power tools, I can not build, I stink at pool
and darts and here is the worst part I don't like lesbian music. Please
don't hate me! By the way what is lesbian music, is it Mellissa
Etheridge, becasue she is rock, is it KDLang because she is
...........well I don't know anymore. I love Bev's music who plays
Saturday at the Moon and she is a lesbian. Is that redeeming enough? I
can't help that I am a gay man trapped in a lesbians body, I love
opera, blues, cooking, fine wines, decorating and yes fresh flowers.
Damn it I wish I could change but I can't .............believe meI
tried. I am so glad to get this off my chest. Thanks
Vacations are always short!
Well I hope you all missed me while I was on vacation. I bet you didn't even notice. Nancy
and I rode our motorcycles to Savanah Georgia. Thank God I have "junk
in the trunk" as they say, I can't imagine if I didn't have a big ass
how delish my butt woudl feel. As it were I was squirming in my seat.
Nancy said I looked like a litte kid who had to pee. I was just
rearranging my big fat butt's weight! Now on to my observations of
driving backroads to Georgia all Florida we did not take I-95 or a main
road. Lets see........Ida Mae's truck stop was serving smoked deer, uh
no thanks. And the Antique Barn in Yulee, Florida is under new
management. They had world famous boxing classes in Woodbine, Florida it
said so right on the window of the closed gym. We saw a sign out
front of a thrift shop..........no lie......it said "More dead peoples
stuff for sale". We saw plenty of auto repair shops that had cars not
touched in years. But there was one that said "Hot Cars for Sale" and it
had a rusted out falling down on one side 1938 Rolls Royce you could
not tell what color it was. By the way they don't take credit or credit
cards, sorry. I wanted to eat at every roadside BBQ place, Nancy
finally let me after we passed the Georgia state line. It was awesome! A
run dwon shack that you had to drive the long dirt road to get
to........Delish. Every town we passed through they all had a church
and a tavern, fairly close to one another as well. I guess one is for
repenting and the other for rejoicing ....just not sure which is for
which. Quick note about our travel: Boys thought we were freaks Road kill still smells thru a full face helmet Bugs splatting on your neck and shirt not so fun but luckly I had the face guard. Nipples hurt when they have been beaten by the wind for 8 hours Lots of swamps and marsh with a lovley stink smell.
We had a great time!
Ok Ok I know I have been away
well, now I am here. I have a few things to spout off about. So I am
not sure where to begin. First and foremost I have been fighting this
sinus infection and it is a stubborn little shit. However the weeks
before Pride were crazy busy for me. I don't have a manager so it’s me
that gets to run around like an idiot. Which by the way I am fabulous as
an idiot. Here are a few of my observations.............I ate way
too much fast food. I have not eaten BK or Wendy's in years. I did
notice that oppression is a live and well. Everyone that works there is
black except for the one white person who is the manager. But that is
another rant, but true wonderment is why don't they give you napkins or
utensils? They know you’re in your car, it is a drive through. Does one
carry a knife, fork and napkins in the console of the car? Every meeting
I went to I had ketchup stains on my shirt not to mention all over the
front seat.
Party!!
One thing you should know about me by now is I know how to throw a
party. Stonewall is our biggest party of the year............yes even
bigger than our anniversary. We have DJ's spinning all day with Live
music all as well. We will have the grill pumping and Amy will be
making our now famous panninis. Plus we added an extra bar outside and
not to be topped off by the Air condition flushing toliets!! Yippee. I
ask you what can get any better? All for the price of FREE!
We have tons of give-aways and the Svedka models will be there around 4:00 They are hot!! Please come and join us.
After
Pride I will catch you up on the trials of my life. LOL Just wait until
I tell you what DJ Rae Rae had to say about my fuzzy face. Killing me!
A few quickies
What does it mean when someone says to you and I quote, "Carol you
are like Barbaro." (the horse that broke its leg in the Preakness)What
do you say to that? My answer, is that before or after he broke his leg?
The reply was after. Does that mean I am headed to stud or be glue?
Here
is a great pick up line ......... and again I quote, "Hey Carol I love
your gray hair all you need now are glasses and a few books under your
arm, becasue I love the nerdy libarian look." Nice right?
Someone
asked Penny if I were her Mother?! Thank God I don't know who it is.
Hello she is only 1 year younger. Penny looks good because its all about
the lighting behind the bar. Damn it!
And last but not least, my
own girl wanted to borrow my jeans becuse she was feeling bloated and
wanted lose baggy jeans. Nice Uh!?
The love I feel everyday. LOL
Quick Update
So now you know I can fall asleep anywhere. Well do not fear good
smaratians came to resuce. I was coming home form the Moon on Thursday
and got caught by the 2:15a.m train. As I waited and the trained stoped
twice, I fell alseep Surprise. I awoke to a car next to me beeping thier
horn and asking if I were alright. I, of course anouyed because I just
woke up, reply in a snapping manner I am waiting fo the train. The
womens politely says "honey there is no train." Oh shit I look down at
my watch and it is 2:59 which means I was sleeping in the middle of 26th
Street for about 20 minutes. Now ya know someone had to pass me by
...............thinking look at that passed out lesbian. Loser.
I love a good nap
So, I love to sleep and it’s not something I do a lot, so when I can I
catch a nap, I do. Yes there are plenty of pictures of me sleeping on
the office/kitchen floor. No one can rest their head on a soda box and
their feet up on a roll of paper towels like I can. My mother would be
so proud of my talents. I have, on occasion, fallen a sleep
standing up which scared the heck out of Allie. She thought I was dead
propped up against the cooler. I have slept waiting for a train to pass, that freaked out my friend Jackie. I have fallen asleep while kayaking, Rhonda smacked me with a paddle. I often fall alseep at the computer, once or twice at a red light. I
have fallen asleep while counting dollar bills which just thrilled all
the staff on Friday night. Laurie, the bartender, has known me a long
time and seen me sleep in odd times and situations but even she was
totally whacked out about that one. She slammed the bar to wake me up
and mind you, I didn’t loose count. LOL Yes I even fallen asleep during sex……….NOT with Nancy! She would kill me! Ok
get the hint on napping…………well I now have a new habit I must break. On
Thursday I got home ( side bar.. I live 2 minutes from the bar……no time
to unwind) and I just wanted to sit for a second before I have to go in
to deal with the dogs, take Nancy’s glasses off (she always falls
asleep with them on), turn of the TV, turn off all the lights, check my
e-mails. So what happens I fall asleep in my truck parked in the swale
outside my house. LOL There I am napping away, just 20 feet from my
bed. What a loser but wait it gets worse. I wake when it's daylight out.
Do you think the paperboy would have checked on me to see if I was
alive? He did deliver the paper though it was left on the hood of my
truck. I come crawling into bed; Nancy is shocked it’s so late and
asks where I have been? Sleeping in the swale I answer with a big pout.
Not the right answer she laughs at me and now my new nick name is Swale
Sleeper. I would totally make fun of someone if they told me they were
to tired to make it in there house but I can’t when it’s me. Damn it.
I am not aging well
Why do ask? Well in the last few days I have been called Sir more times than I care to admit. I
was out to dinner with Nancy and two female friends. The waiter
approaches the table looks around at us all, says the usual pleasant
exchanges and then he tries to add the personal touch. He asks me, sir
how are you so lucky to be out with three pretty women tonight? Nancy
answers without skipping a beat because SHE is sleeping with all three
of us. LOL After I let that incident go………..I am at networking party
to promote our serving a fresh menu, did I say promoting our menu. Get
the plug yet?.........Anyway, I have a conversation with a woman (an
over weight, over teased hair, over ego woman) twice through out the
night. She asked me about why I have gray long gray hair that it is
killing her and why I wear the necklace I wear, it’s too feminine. As
she is leaving the party she asked someone to get the guy with gray hair
so she could say goodnight. Now I had spoken to her and she still
thought I was a guy, everyone at the party had a good laugh about that
one. Last but not least ……….I went to Publix so I could cook my girl
some lish dinner. The casher tells me Sir you don’t have to take the
case of water out the cart. I of course not paying attention said what,
she again said you don’t have to take the water from the cart, I again
said WHAT!?! She then thinks she might have made a mistake by calling
me sir and no lie, stares at my chest to see tits. ( side note, I am
pmsing something fierce so my tits are big LOL) She stares and is now
all nervous, still not knowing. I am, needless to say, irritated. We
finish our dealing together and she says to me while giving my change,
“thank you and God Bless you” I looked at her and I said, I hope with
smart cashiers. Now does this mean I am a butt ugly woman or I am
aging into an old man? I mean look at Michael Jackson he went from a
black man to a white woman, so am I morphing too?
When I am Old
I really try to honor our elders and lend a hand whenever possible.
However three experiences in the course of 2 days is making it rough.
I
was a t Home Depot (isn't Home Depot better than the Opera for us?) Any
who, I am in my truck turning the corner to get out that (freaking')
parking lot, when a car starts to back out of a spot so I of course
stop. Well this older man rams his shopping cart into the side of my
truck and then proceeds to yell at me as he banging on my passenger
window. Now I lean over and unroll my window (no power anything in my
truck) He is yelling at me not to back up, it will trap the cart between
my truck and his Lexus. Can I tell you I had that truck in reverse just
waiting for him to move. I get out of my truck and ask him if he is
serious or is there Candid Camera filming. He is screaming at me and
now, the car I stopped for, gets out and proceeds to tell the man he is
nuts! I was fired up! We all get in our cars and
leave..................it took every ounce of my sense of decency for me
not to back up and ram that cart into is car.
Later in the day
my friend Gay calls me to meet her for lunch, so we meet at Fernandas.
Again another cluster mess of a parking lot. I am waiting with my
blinker on (I never use my blinker)to turn into a spot that someone is
backing out of. As I am waiting the car backs out and leaves and an
older man again in a Lexus pulls around, I, being nice, wait for the
car to pass. HOWEVER it does not pass it pulls into the spot I was
patiently waiting for. Needless to say I am all fired up, I never beep
either well, I beep and ask him if he is kidding me. He looks at me
as if I a had two heads. Gay sees all this happens and waives me over to
another spot. Gay has that Italian attitude when she is fired up. I
won't let Gay unleash on him. We go into the market for lunch guess who
is behind us in line to order?, Mister parking spot stealer. He tries
with half ass energy to say sorry. I say its "all good" Gay is beside
herself calling me a big p----. I think you got the word.
Now
the last but not least of "run ins" with elderly. I was at Office Depot
getting copies done. When this woman at least 75- 80 years old with
dirty bed hair walks in. I try to nod and smile she is having none of
me. There is a long wait and she wants just one copy and then the letter
laminated. Well this loud obnoxious woman butts her in line, the old
lady doesn't notice and is speaking to the loud obnoxious women with way
to many plastic parts. She gets her turn the woman behind the counter
is having no patience. Of course I sit back and watch. She is old and
shaky, she is trying to cut a piece of paper straight and have it placed
on her letter. It comes out crooked DOI! so she tells the woman behind
the counter to open it and fix it. The Office Depot worker is trying to
explain laminated can not be opened.
The old lady is adamant,
just to open it. The woman behind the counter tells her to go back to
the work area and cut the paper straight. Hello she is old! Now here is
my fatal mistake, you know I am now going to get involved. I walk over
to the work station and offer to help her use the cutting
tools..............she looks me half in the eye half afraid to say
anything..........she says and I quote " Please don't talk to me you
frighten me"
How's that for a ego feed?!
Wait a minute she
was not afraid of the loud obnoxious woman or the mean non-helpful
worker yet big mean bad ass me scared her! I love life.
I look horrible in hand cuffs!
Ok here we go..........why and how I got arrested. Why, is easy
suspicion of a gas station robbery. What!?! I found it out later. I was
driving west on Sunrise and apparently a vehicle fitting the description
of my truck was used to "hit" a gas station. The Guy they were looking
for was a white male 45 to 50 years old driving a green ford truck. Now
let me see here I am a woman (yes) and my truck is turquoise. So close.
Anyway they, the cops, pull me over............. of all places the
parking lot of Badcock Furniture. Just think about that name, I couldn't
have been pulled over in the parking lot of Good-----. Never mind. The
cops that pulled me over weren't old enough to shave. They already had
there hands hovering their guns. I listen very carefully to their
instructions, I get out of the truck hands held high, I take three giant
steps sideways away from the truck and then slowly onto to my knees
putting my hands behind my head. Whew.
They search my truck and find
my bother's Texas tags plus I had unpaid tickets and back that up with a
suspended license, needless to say they were not happy with me, they
arrested me right then and into the back of the car. (did you know that
the back seat of a police car has carved out space for your arms since
they are behind you). Cool Yeah? I have a lovely ride to the Fort
Lauderdale police station on Broward, where I am going to be processed.
There is a huge fenced in pen you pace in while they get your paperwork
ready. I, am now in the holding cell inside where they take all my
jewelry, belt, and hair tie ( God forbid I could sling shot somebody
with a hair tie). I am sharing space with a crossed gender person in
fluorescent yellow shirt and fluorescent red shorts. SHORT! So I called
"her" Fruit Loop. All I could think about were the bright colors of
Fruit Loops. She kept trying to rest her head on my lap. Neh Neh Fiffy.
The next process...................I am being patty wagon to the BIG
jail. Broward County at the Court House. I am thinking they will soon
catch this as a big mistake and let me go. NOT We ride around in the
freakin' patty wagon picking up other prisoners from other police
stations until we hit the big house. I had Fruit Loop on one side and a
pregnant crack monster on the other, who by the way stabbed her
boyfriend. I wasn't feeling to pretty about my life right then.
When
I arrived at the Big House we are issued our state flip flops to wear.
We are all lined up and I still can't believe I am here, well I
apparently in my dismay did not get out of my shoes quick enough and
this little dyke hits me in the head. Wait until I see her at the bar
one day.
Now on to processing, first and foremost the dreaded
strip search. Yes! Strip searched, no time for gentleness. Damn, no
cocktail, no steak dinner Nothing! Into the "holding pen" waiting for
more processing, it's a Friday night and we are starting to get crowded
in the little cell.............I will give you a quick run down of that
experience. One girl, with a part so low on her head she had a comb
over, touched my hair while saying you sure are pretty( perhaps they
took her glasses from her), another woman was eating bugs off the wall
(imagined or real still don't know), Fruit Loop still attached to my
side, crack monster is swapping stab stories with this other woman who
stabbed her boyfriend and last but not least we have the woman who has
an upset stomach and no shame since the bathroom is in the corner of the
room. No Doors, No privacy! Is it any wonder I ate and drank nothing.
God forbid if I had to use that steal toilet, I don't even pee in front
of Nancy!
My time to be processed further has come, it is
now 2:00 am and I was arrested at 1:00pm, mind you I have not had a
phone call yet. I call Nancy who has already posted my bail, my old
business partner let her know what was happening. Posting bail did not
matter at this point I was still in this cluster
mess........................I am now transferred up to the floors of
cells. I am given a pillow and flimsy mattress to find a spot to sleep.
Looks like I am staying the night, since its about 4:30 am. Stop the
madness this can't be right! Guess who bunks right next to me on the
floor? Yes! Fruit Loop and crack monster. Lovely.
Hey, I heard my
name called...........I spike right up and the guard says follow me. We
walk down to another processing area because I getting released. I
shouldn't be here for a misdemeanor ...........Yippee Yippee. Its 5:30
in the morning he gives me my bag of belongings and sends me on my way. I
walk out of the jail no money, no cell phone, nothing but my jewelry in
a bag. I begged 10 bucks off a guy who got released same time as me for
a cab ride to Nancy's house.
There are a few facts one must know
about this little adventure I went on, First it is all true and I did
leave some details out but I will give you those in person.............
but most important I had been dating Nancy for only 2 weeks and I left
the morning I got out of jail to Maribel France, a little romantic
Shantou with my ex-girlfriend for 2 weeks. Is Nancy crazy or
what.........lets see 2 weeks of dating you get arrested, I pay your
bail, you leave for 2 weeks with your ex-girlfriend.....Wouldn't you say
BYE BYE.
Smile Big
I know I know…We know We know.…….you are missing your picture fix.
As soon as I see my girl, (she has been out of town) I will get my
lesson on how to post pictures on our new website. Now mind you, you
know I will need more than one lesson. We are not dead, out of town or
forgetful, so just be patient once we can find out, fix or conjure up
how our new little cyber world is going to work we will have your happy
faces up for the world to see. In the meantime take a Polaroid of
yourself and put in on your refrigerator or your bathroom mirror. LOL
Hey
if you missed Derrick and Romaine last week you missed a good show.
Romaine is a nasty girl, I of course love that, she had all of kinds of
unique give-a-ways. Everyone needs a good pair of fish net stockings! By
the way I am not sure how those stockings ended up on my motorcycle but
I am sure I would remember if I were wearing them. (I hope!) I want to
know what happened to the body mold. Anyway they and Pride did a great
job.
Don’t forget this weekend is the free concert on
Saturday and Sunday we are doing something a little different for the
Moon. We will have the Drag King show. I am nervous about this show; it
is still a bit whacked for me however these guys do put on a great show.
So check it out.
When I talk to you next I will tell you
all about my arrest………..stay tuned. Nancy is so proud to be dating me
of as she says “Connie Convict”
See ya soon
Carol
Welcome to New Moon!
I can't believe we have been open for a year! - it seemed like it
would never come. We would not be here if it weren't for the love and
support of all of you. Your comments, feedback and words of
encouragement have helped to shape a place where we all belong. Thus the
tag line "Come As You Are"
As we grow our business we really try to
create something for all of us.............this why we have added a
fresh menu and we are in permitting to extend the patio with MORE
BATHROOMS!! Yes, I am well aware of our bathroom shortage. I never
thought so many people would be coming. Along with enclosing the patio
to add bathrooms we will be installing 15 tons of A/C. Now when you are
outside enjoying a smoke you can do it in comfort of cool air!
Among
these great changes we have changed our website. This is a long thought
out process....I must say, never did I think launching a website was so
much work. I hope you guys will find it easier to use. Besides being
able to purchase hats and t-shirts on line, securely, the new website
will show all our wines and fresh menu items we have available. Don't
worry the picture pages are not going anywhere. I love to see those
smiley faces every week. By the way if you have taken photos that you
would like posted please feel free to send them to me.
I am so
excited to celebrate our one year anniversary! In the past year we have
seen many changes in the nightlife choices, so with that said I am very
aware that our success lies solely with you! I am very humbled everyday
in that you choose New Moon to spend your time. Thank you Thank you.
Cheers to our next year together, may all your hopes and dreams become your reality.
