What an eventful weekend.

First off: I have been drinking. I started back a while ago and I need to be honest with you. The hardest thing for me is to be honest with  others because then it's true.


As long as no one knows what I'm doing I can still hold my head up.


Well I very much want to keep holding my head up. I have a lot to be proud of and I don't think I feel weak??? My shoulders may not be squared but my head is still up. The next few steps  might not be sure for me, but I will take them with my eyes open and for once in my life I actually have someone in my life that cares for me.


Yes I'm referring to RFKAO and yes I know he's gay, but seriously he happened to walk into my life at a very strange time and has managed to make my day brighter with every silly comment and snide remark. If it weren't for my trip to rehab I might have never met the guy.


Enough with the downers, I really needed to get that off my chest.


This weekend started with a date!  Yes I said the D word. After the fiasco with the creeper on Craig's List I figured this one might just be as bad. Stay tuned this week for that post for more on the Craig's List Creeper.


I'm hard pressed to give this guy a nick name because he already has one and if I use it, I'd feel bad. How about PersonNickNameUnknown? PNNU for short. I like him, he's sweet, very considerate, kind of an asshole, very funny, and unbelievably respectful.

RFKAO was not happy that he didn't get a chance to meet him before I left out my door. He took me to a hookah bar, and drank tea. How's that for a first date? Not bad actually, the cashier was a space cadet but other than that, it was nice. Somehow PNNU managed to get invited back to the place to watch Game of Thrones. But not before making a pit stop to the grocery store to grab ice cream.  We even got some for RFKAO and all three of us sat on my reclaimed couch and watched it.


Chewy seemed to like him, so now Chewy has made a new friend. I wish I didn't  have such a friendly dog. He likes everyone that sticks their hand out to him, the little slut.  RFKAO stepped out to smoke when the show was over, and somehow we ended up watching a movie after that. It was three AM by the time he left.


Saturday brings a night of epic drunkenness. There was a lot of hugging involved and inviting strange people to dinner on Sunday. Because this is supposed to be a serious blog (wink wink) I'm not going to get into what went down. I will say that I scared the crap out of my roomy to the point that he actually  though about getting some help. Not my proudest moment and even though it was very funny I really don't want to happen often, if ever again.


Luckily for the roomy PNNU called and kindly offered to babysit  a very drunk Ms. Townes. I woke up in the arms of a very nice man and my dog. Unharmed.  Someone was watching over me and I'm really thankful for that.


Dinner on Sunday was a chore because, one, I was recovering and the roomy wanted to make a dessert which meant I had to share my oven. One of his friend from the USMC came, as well as PNNU, and new friend we met the night before. Dinner would be followed by this dessert, I had to share my oven for. Totally worth it and it is so, going into the cook book. It was some kind of Apple Cobbler Crumble topped with a scoop of Vanilla Ice Cream. It was amazing. After the food was put away, PNNU  had to leave but pretty much said he'd come to dinner no matter who was cooking, then asked why my roomy was not married yet. I can't answer that.


We then went out to do some Karaoke, roomy and new friend ruined Dream On by Aerosmith, and a few other songs. I did Just A Girl by No Doubt and There You Go by Pink when everyone thought Pink was "Black."

I refused to be intoxicated last night. I did have some drinks but I was not in it to get drunk. I wanted to sing and that's what I did. And by the standards the folks at the bar had, I'm not half bad. Yeah my ego got stroked. That's other reason to stay sober last night. I sound awful drunk. 

The weekend was hard on both my and RFKAO's bodies, and we have volleyball tonight. I am and I am not looking forward to it.  Volleyball does not look like it is such a demanding sport but OH MY GOD, it is. It's sober fun with people who just want to play and I think that's something we both need in our lives. 

I've got the roomy blogging now. He named me Queen Bee in his (because I'm awesome), hopefully the next time he post and update I can link it here so, you can get the other side of this super roomy duo.

I'm off to put some work into chapter seven. In this chapter everyone is really tense. I like it.

More about the Move

Occupy is about to loose his name. Well that's because the couch will no longer be occupied. We're moving as I have mentioned in a previous entry and I'm really excited. I even thought about writing a book about it. I said as much the the Roomy Formerly Known As Occupy (RFKAO) and he likes the idea.

I pitched this idea to him one night while we were smoking in the back yard. Some time between us talking about my latest and greatest odd ball caller and making jokes about Chewy. The book I said "Would be semi-autobiographical full of useless acts of assholiness and a bunch of recipes thrown in." Because seriously we make some really awesome food. Between the two us we could really make some yummy num numms that will make your mouth water.  RFKAO liked the idea, but then wondered what we'd call it. That's the easy part, I suggested the title I thought of while I was in the shower. Joey and Tia make a cook book: The semi-autobiographic story our lives after the Military and some really good food.

Alfredo with Bacon

He likes it. I like it. I think it would be a great project for 2013. Once The New God gets past the editing phase I know I can devote  most of my time to it. I already know what's going into this book recipe wise. His Chicken Quesadilla, the Mouthgasmic Meatloaf, his Slow Cooked Chicken Stew, my Pasta Alfredo with Bacon, greasy Burgers with Carrots, His To Die For Granola, His so healthy I Could Cry Fruit Smoothies, and what ever else we could come up with between now and then.

With the move to the new place this weekend we get a much bigger kitchen. The way we've been cooking we'll need the counter space. When we saw the place we're leasing we immediately moved into the kitchen to check out the counter space. It's not the biggest kitchen but its way bigger then this one. In this kitchen, me, Chewy and RFKAO can't all be in it together. We've tried, it doesn't work out. Someone will get hurt or burnt or stepped on. It's just not possible.

Anyhow  I really hope to be moving to stay. The stress of being in this place with all the screaming kids and their junkie parents is really killing me. Also I miss my couch, and my land lord for this place is such a troll. She's going into the book, definitely.

In other news: 

My cousin had a baby boy, Bruce. Welcome to the family little one. Many blessings be upon you. 

My Nephew

My nephew DaeDae (Not his real name) learned to roller skate. Lucky him because Ms. Townes can't skate at all.  

San Diego Humane Society is having another special: All adoptions are $15 this includes current shots, adoption exam licenses, and a free one hour training session. Check them out on their website. 

My father threw another Easter gathering this year complete with five billion Easter eggs for the hunt. 

Chapter six  of the New God is done, look for it tomorrow in the morning.  

Oh yeah I love my mother, she is the best.

I think that covers all things important to me right now. When I mean right now, I mean  like this moment, right now.  To you all who have been checking the blog for the past two weeks only to see that it has lain idle, I thank you for your patience. 

Mouth-gasmic Meatloaf

So me and Occupy Couch were outside smoking and I said I think I want to make a meatloaf. His eyes widen (pretty hard to so since he's Korean/Black) like I just told him a very sexy man was going to jump out of a cake.


I said I should make one because the meatloaf would last at least two days. Trying to save money you know, my pay check was really small this pay period. He's all for it, turns out Occupy Couch loves meatloaf. Personally I hate meatloaf, it's always super dry the second day.


So we start discussing ways to make said meatloaf edible and I figured carrots, and onions, and maybe an egg. Off to the kitchen I go, I'm still brainstorming a meatloaf but I make it work. Why is making  meatloaf so involved? Well because it's deceptively easy to make. In fact it's so easy that if you don't pay attention you can ruin meatloaf. You really can, I've done it. It was a long time ago but it is one of the reasons why I,  man I just don't like it. I started with the onions. These onions are so strong that I started crying after I took the peel off. I have to get Occupy to wipe my eyes so I could finish chopping them up. He claims its the weather. I've lived in super humid areas my whole life that I haven't had the full impact of an onion. (you know it sounded better coming out his mouth, than me writing it here)


Flash forward to done and I'm kind of hungry. I've been playing the Girl 6 deal all freaking day. Yes even while making my meatloaf. And it's time for a taste test. Occupy Couch is super excited to try it so we have a small slice each. I have seriously outdone myself. It's actually good, the carrots keep it moist, the onions gave it flavor, and the sauce I made out of salsa ketchup dried orange peel and Parmesan cheese totally rocked.


Too bad it was so small. Occupy ate most of it, so now we are back to square one with us having to figure out what to eat for dinner tomorrow. At least he saved me a slice. Oh and he mentioned it on Facebook.


I guess I'm famous?


Oh and I had my first twofer today. I love repeat customers, love them, because they pay my bills, but I had a client call me back twice in one day. While I was making the meatloaf, then again while I was making some potatoes later this afternoon.  If all my days were like this I'd never have to worry about budgeting my meals.


Now that the kitchen is dirty I'm going to see if I can get Occupy to wash the dishes, he had two servings he better. And then I can focus on the rest of Chapter six. It's coming along. Instead of one guy disobeying the rule I'm making it a group thing. In this I'm pulling from my own experience in the Military. Being bad is always better with a partner. In this case its three of them. Nothing solidifies a friendship like landing in shi*t together. I hope I can tie it in to the rest of the story. I'll be ecstatic.