Shave the beer drinker update

Thanks to everyone who donated. Team "Drunken Monkey" raised over $11,000.00 !!

Shave the beer drinker, save the world

Everyone's drunkest kickball team, the Denver Drunken Monkeys, have two talents. Drinking and raising money for charities.  This year they've taken on St. Baldrick's.  The money they raise goes to help children with cancer.  They're on their way to a $10,000 goal and I would ask you to send them a 20.00, 10.00, whatever you can afford. 

You can watch them lose their hair at 10 am Friday, 3/15/2013 at Fado's in LODO.

http://www.stbaldricks.org/teams/DrunkenMonkeys

Take What You Need.

In 7th grade, I was "honored" with "Student of the Month."  It was a big deal back then.  You got your picture in the paper and a special lunch at the Elks Lodge.
They picked a boy and a girl from each grade.  The girl I was paired with and I had a long, frenemy relationship that spanned over 3 years.  We still don't get along and after I graduated, I wrote an email basically coming out and talking about gay rights.  She's the same girl that wrote me back saying she hoped gays never got the same rights that she would enjoy.  She's 31 and still single with the "typical" short haircut.. you know the one.

We walk into the Elks and they usher us to a buffet line since we're late and they're trying to start the award ceremony.  The first station in the line is for salad.  Now anyone that knows me knows I won't touch salad.  I don't like the crunch of lettuce, the taste of tomato or the cold dressing.  I've never eaten a salad.. ever.  My counterpart is filling her salad plate and notices that I'm not picking up a plate.  She goes off on a tangent about how I should be getting salad, to which I nicely tell her "I don't eat salad and I'm not going to waste food."  I will never forget how she told me I was being rude.  I never thought refusing food I would not eat was rude. 

Had this been at someone's house, I still don't think I would have taken salad that I would not eat.

It's funny the things that stick out as a long term memory.  Every time I read the word "luncheon," I think about her telling me how rude I was for not wasting food.  It really upset me (I was easily shaken as a kid) and I still think about whether or not I was being rude, even though logic tells me I wasn't.

What memories as a child stick out in your head?   Why?

Paved with Good Intentions

I told myself I'd write daily.  I even log in daily.  But actually finding something I'm passionate about has proven difficult. 

I'm passionate about being a good person.  I treat people the way I want to be treated for the most part.  I'm upfront and honest with people; you always know where you stand with me.  I say things that are hard for most people to say because I'd rather get it out of the way than have it hang over my head. 

Yesterday I realized I've got to tell someone something that isn't going to be fun.  I get to break up with a friend of mine who hasn't been good for me in a while.  There are a ton of ways to do it; I could just stop talking to them all together, tell them what's bothering me,  just stop initiating contact... the list goes on and on.

I am an avid reader of Dear Abby and Dear Prudence.  I like agreeing with common sense writers because it's not so common anymore.  They've given different advice on this topic for as long as I can remember, but the one thing that sticks out most is to never guilt a person. 

How have YOU "broken up" with a friend in the past?  How did you feel about the end result?

Cocky vs confident

When I'm confident, I make new friends and connections. When I'm cocky, I dump my drink in my crotch.

Preston the creeper

I have a good friend named Preston.*  He has a boyfriend that he's pretty keen on, a car he hates and a heart of gold.  He likes to have a good time on the weekends and we go out together at least once a month.  He's a good looking guy and loves to flirt.  Preston is a tease and a creeper.

When guys are overly persistent, he'll give them his phone number.  They're guys he usually wouldn't have any interest in if he was single, which he doesn't deny if asked, and hilarity always ensues. 

In November, this guy wouldn't leave him alone one night at a club.  Homeboy asked for his number 3 times before I saw the devilish grin and knew what was going on.  Preston took homeboy's phone and added a number.  Homeboy just got "creeped."

Flash Forward to a week ago.  Preston's phone has been blowing up daily and homeboy is really pressuring a meet up but just can't seem to make it work before he goes back to college and it isn't fun anymore.  Homeboy told P he was deaf about a week ago and was lip reading when they met. This is the actual conversation:

H: Are you willing to wait and do your own thing til I come back home after I graduate in May?
P: Do my own thing?  It's not like we're dating or anything.
H: Whoa, dude i never implied like that. dont assume.
P: but I love u. I hoped you'd say you love me too.
H:  Um Okay.. you lost me there.  What is going on?  I mean, honestly, I don't know where we stand.
P: I just wanted to get a little place with you.  We could live on love.
H: Don't take it personally but are you fucking around?  Plus we barely know each other very well.
P: We spend so much time texting though.  I feel a connection.
H: Yeah I have to agree.  i do feel there is a connection, but i don't want to make hasty decisions/choices.
P:I just want to hold you and make love to you til you can't take anymore.  And i want you to know I'll always take care of you.  I just wish you'd send me more pictures.  I've printed them all and have them on my closet wall. 
H: Dude... I'm sorry but what you did.. that thing with picturess?  That is a turn off.  If you really want to make it work, you are going to take it down and throw it away.
P:  I can't. It's how i feel close to you when you're away.  I love all of them so much.
H: Or better, tear it to little pieces and draim them in the toilet.
P:  I'm not going to. I wish you loved yourself like I do.
H: I'm only a text away.
P:  but it's not enoguh.
H:  Um ok just forget it. it's clearly not going to work. 
NEXT DAY
H:If you can't respect what I want, then walk away.
P: What!?Why are you doing this to us?!  I've been insane since you told me you didn't want to talk to me yesterday.
H: US?  There has never been "us!"  OMG
P: What?  I thought you loved me too. You text me so much
H: Did I ever say that "L" work to you, ever?  no.  From now on, you are not going to hear from me anymore.
P:  Oh no!  I'll miss you.

I've seen the conversation (hell, i just typed the whole thing.)  Would you do the same if someone wouldn't get the hint?

*Names have been changed to protect the creeper.

Keeping it together

This morning, I saw an article about the children of Newtown, Conneticut, singing a song for their lost friends.  I didn't get half way through the video before I started crying.  As much as I say I dislike other people's kids, this still kills me

You can buy it on iTunes or Amazon and the money goes to their community.  Below is the video that I tried to watch.

http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/children-record-song-benefit-newtown-conn-causes-131022810--abc-news-topstories.html

Here is the link to purchase from Amazon: 

http://www.amazon.com/Sandy-Hook-Somewhere-Rainbow-Michaelson/dp/B00B0NU0UQ/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1358354888&sr=8-2&keywords=over+the+rainbow+newtown

~D