Housing Inspections Suck!

An overall neutral experience because she missed some things, or they didn't matter as much as I was worried about. But the crappy and amazingly ridiculous thing is apparantly my railings are too low, they have to be 36 inches above the porches. On the first floor I just have to grade my garden area up two more inches to be at the height that the requirement doesn't apply, but the second floor! I asked about some sort of variance since there are no kids in the household but it doesn't matter since adults sit on the railings and could fall back/off the porch. Now did I happen to mention that my house is almost one hundred years old and the current railings fit in perfectly with the style of the house? She said she hated when she has to make those demands on old houses (but natch - she still is!) and that they are trying to get people with houses of a certain age grandfathered in but as of yet it hasn't happened yet. She told me her recommended way to still be within code but not have to replace the railings, which will look stupid but a heck of a lot better than replacing all the railings with something I don't like. ::sigh:: This was when just the base coats of paint but you get the idea of how stupid it is going to look with a two by four going across the front of the porch at the required 36" height acting as a barrier. Hopefully with the proper painting it will be.... scratch that, there's no way to hide it. But it could have been worse and I thank my lucky stars.

Batting for a different team while Single

I have a sad and lonely str8 male friend who has been single for some time. Of which he whined mightily last night while we were at our regular Sunday night hangout. It suddenly became blatently obvious to me last night that all of our friends in common were very concerned that he get laid and that would somehow be the solution to his attitude problems. There was much discussion of possible candidates for love or at least dating for this boy, and how to get him to meet these available women without pressure of a direct set up. And frankly, I have to admit I also had previously gone through my catalog of friends and people that I have met with him in mind, and have talked him up with supposed attributes or things he might have in common with women I know. My big question/relazation was that I've actually been single* (read haven't gotten laid since we're talking about it) longer than him. So why aren't all of our friends trying to set me up? So is it because I'm not constantly depressed and complaining about lack of a girlfriend/sex like he is? Or that this new to the area boy is more worthy of pity/assistance? Or that I'm hanging out with far too many str8 people who don't know any other lesbians? Or letting my mind wander to a more sinister place, there is some subconcious desire to not help us queers get together/only str8 boys deserve to be part of a couple? GRRR.

(Wish it could be) Lazy Day

Laundry day. Tinkering around the house. Trying to finish all I can before the city inspector comes to look at the place tomorrow. A little worrisome when they send a huge book of possible violations they might be looking for this time around. Sometimes I hate owning rental property. There's so much to do and not enough time or money to do it all. We'll see what she dings me for. At least I don't work tomorrow night so I can console myself if need be. *Hugs* for Dave, I'm thinking of you.

Chick Magnet at Work, Literally.

Party like it's.... Saturday.

So I've had a terrible cough keeping me up during the day for two weeks now. Saturday morning I finally slept more than 112 minnutes in a row. Must have been the booze, or thoughts of beautiful new friends. After waking up horribly early I called my Str8 Boyfriend 2005 pageant contestant to arrange some hanging out. We started out working on my truck, watched saved ER episodes from his Replay and ended with the Simpsons episode where they approve same sex marriage for tourism promotion. Marge's sister is gay! It's a good life. Then off to games night at a friends. Met more new people. Share good food. Laugh. Play. My possible new friend gets off work soon, make my goodbyes. Call her. Pick her up in the truck to go barhopping. See old friends. See Drag show at Trikkx. Change bars, see old friends. She buys bumper sticker from old friend at Townhouse. We dance. Drive her home with the classic Minnesota Long Goodbye. She doesn't mind the apres-braids poodle look. Drive home happy.

Party Weekend

Friday night was the Singles Dinner for OTB at the Seafood Palace. Which everyone that had been there before kept saying the food was not that impressive, and I'll have to say that I concur. Certainly nothing horrible, just average. Met new friends which is always a good thing. Then the group moved to the Second Moon Coffee Shop, which is always recommended. Delish as usual once a member of the group figured out that the reason her rice krispy bar tasted horrible was that she had somehow been given the vegan version. Quite the difference! Then the "younger generation" went to the Twilight Dance at the new club in town called Euphoria. Although the $7 cover is probably steep for some it certainly cuts down on the riff-raff. And it was a benefit for District 202 a very worthwhile organization. I wish I had something that when I was growing up. Hell, any supportive person/group. So although I carpooled with some friends I got a ride home from strangers/new people... Both gorgeous and kind. So lesson for today, sometimes rides from strangers still get you home alive (and with phone numbers for cute girls!) More on cute girls in next episode.

Welcome or Get Lost. Your choice.

So then. New life (kinda). New Blog (most def). Even though it feels very "I jumped on the bandwagon"ish. Life lately has been utter turmoil and yet somehow I'm still loving every minute of it. And last night I got my hair did. Not quite these braids, but braids nonetheless. Princess Leia said NO PICTURES!
SO welcome back, welcome new faces or I didn't want to talk to your stanky self anyways and leave me alone. Acerbically yours ~