Happy Easter

Happy Easter, and Joyous Spring to everyone. Mike and I are having a lovely ham, some baked sweet potatoes with marshmallows and green beans with butter for dinner. I think we will take a nap after that and then head over to Mandy and Jasons house to watch our regular Sunday shows, Queer as Folk and (my fave) Six Feet Under. I made all of the usual holiday family calls and spoke with everyone. This week is going to be most exciting, with shopping and doctors appointments (for glasses and dental work). I am really looking forward to all of the newness that is coming into my life.

Mike and I are going to be talking with our landlord, Bob. I want to ask him to let us out of our lease in June instead of in December as it is currently written. We want to make the move downtown to First Hill before the Summer arrives, so that we have the whole Summer to enjoy, besides who wants to move in the middle of a Seattle winter?! Hopefully all will go well with this.

I just wrote to a long overdue letter to William, an old friend from California. I also wrote to Jason, although I haven’t heard back from him. It looks like the weather is going to be about the same as it was yesterday. this is my 2nd day without smoking. I’m doing fine, but then I have never really had a problem with smoking anyway. I’m going on a trip to Weho, sometime the beginning of April. I just want to go on a small vacation probably for just a week.

I here ya, California sun is a good thing. Mike and I are looking at moving back to West Hollywood. I lived there for 12 years before moving up here 5 years ago. I miss it sometimes but work was plentiful up here and not there. Now the opposite is true. Our lease is up in Dec of this year so we’ll see how things go. We are planning a week long visit in June, for gay pride/Mikes birthday/scouting mission. I’m really hopeful that Mike will like it enough down there to give the go ahead to move. If this happens then I will look for work down there, find a roommate situation for a couple of months, while looking for a home for the two of us (and our kittys). This would make the transition much easier on him I think, as he has only lived here in Seattle and in Pullman in eastern WA.

On another note, I hate QWest!

I spoke with my mom this weekend, I should be getting a lovely inheritance check in the mail, sometime before Easter, God this is going to be wonderful, thank you Grandma.

I ended up sleeping on the sofa, Mike was snoring really really loud. It’s 5:48 am and I’m somewhere between grumpy and lucid. Lots of fun stuff to look forward to today.

I appear to have a touch of bronchitiis, time to hit the tea, and fruit juices. I really need to get back to my gym routine, after my trip to NY I fell out of it badly. It really does help. My body has been through the ringer this past year, what with all of the stresses I’ve placed on it, myself.

Mike called to let me know that he and Mandy were going out for drinks after work. I wasn’t invited, I take that to mean that Jason will probably be there. I’m feeling a little hurt that I wasn’t invited. I feel badly for Mike because since Jason doesn’t want to hangout around me (guilt for having laid me off), Mandy won’t now either, which of course puts Mike in a tough spot. I think this brings up my only concern in our relationship, loyalty. I know Mike loves me, I have no doubts about that whatsoever. I do have some nagging questions about his loyalty, which this situation is obviously bringning to the surface for me. If he were forced to choose between his friendship with Mandy or his relationship with me which way would he go? This isn’t all insecurity and paranoia on my part. Last year Mike, myself and a group of friends went out on Capitol Hill, well towards the end of the evening one of Mikes closest friends and I got into an argument. Mike took his friends side, Before he even had heard what I had to say. That stung me really badly, and for whatever reason I ended up burying it. I probably shouldn’t have, I probably should bring it out in the open and to his attention. So now I’m left in this situation where I’m sitting here at home (with butterflys), he’s out having a good time with friends. I think the best thiing now is to bring this to his attention, not tonight, but tomorrow after I’ve had some time-distance. The only problem with bringing it to his attention is that I’ll tell him whats going on for me, and then he’ll just sit there. He doesn’t like confrentation of any sort, even if it is for the betterment of our relationship, who does? That drives me nuts. Respond please, tell me something, don’t just say ok. Well, I know I feel better, I think I’ll eat and watch some mindless TV.

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It’s 2:30 pm and the snow is picking up quite a bit. It’s comically perverse how much it’s snowed here in the past 2 weeks. Michael calls snow “white dread”, the only man I know who would rather have it rain than snow. I secretly hope we get 3 or 4 inches. The only time I get to see REAL snow is when I visit back East.

Not much to say today, granted it is only 10:23am. I woke up at 5 ish this morning, Mike was on the phone with Maria (his boss). Mike has to be at work at 7am so he gets up early, usually around 4ish, naturally. I think that that is just perverse. So having gotten up so early and it being cold and snowy-like outside, I drove him to work. I’ve since come home and done both his taxes and my own. I efiled, so hopefully the money will be direct depositted correctly into our joint account all for the consumption of bills. They are a voracious evil child. I went food shopping yesterday as well my usual house cleaning (laundry, dishes, vacuum dust and polish) and had a thoroughly enjoyable time doing it. I am not sure if my getting so much pleasure out of domesticity means that I was meant to be a house-husband , or I watch too much Martha Stewart (which I do!), or I’m channelling some sort of New York Italian/Jewish bobbeh (grandmother in Yiddish).

I’m going to get something to eat and then take a nap so that I’m not sleepy at 6 this evening.

It’s a lazy day, today. Aside from this entry, I’m doing nothing but grazing and lounging in bed watching old godzilla movies on tv. It did snow a bit this morning but it’s all gone now. Micahels snoring like a bulldozer, he’s so damn cute, except when I’m trying to actually sleep.

I’ve been having a really hard time sleeping lately. I think I mentioned this in previous journal entrys, if so sorry. Mike and I went for a few drinks to the Rickshaw, a local hangout Chinese karoake bar. It was nice to get out of the house for a few hours. Mandy, Maria and one of Mikes other co-workers were there. She was loud and got very drunk, very quickly, I didn’t like her. Well, the point of telling you this is that Mike had a bit to much to drink also and when he does, he always snores very very loudly. I ended up tossing and turning and cursing my sleeplessness. I ended up on the sofa about 5 in the moring. Why do I always wait until 5 in the morning to move, when I could move just as easily at 2 or 3 and get that much more sleep.

It’s freaky weather time again here in Seattle, it’s supposed to rain/snow all this weekend. I am so over the Winter about now, I want Spring and wamth and flowers and lilacs (my favorite flower). I’m tempted to buy a ticket to Alabama to go visit Dad and Phyliss as a suprise as well as to get away from the cold and rain. We do have a bunch of trips planned in the coming months, April we are going to Pullman, in eastern Washington to suprise Maureen, Mikes mom for her birthday. May, I’m going to Alabama for Dad’s suprise birthday, and in June a bunch of friends, Mike and I are going to LA so that I can get the rest of my stuff out of storage and for gay pride.

Time to take some Valerian root gelcaps and try to go to sleep, gosh it’s only 20 of 10 how old have I become, at least I’m not sick like David, and all the other bloggers I read.