Call me Maybe

Okay, so I'm writing my blog on my laptop.  I spoke to Jonathon today and ask that he give me a few days.  I really am trying to get some things done.  I need to get Reuben and Cersie a foster situation more than anything!  It's getting kind of desperate.  I'm at Susan's now.  The house is getting full of boxes.  She's out to dinner with friends.  I just really needed to check my email this evening.  Last night she sent out a bunch of requests to animal rescue organizations.  She is so busy!  I am trying help.  They are my cat's.  Jonathon suggested Trudy.  I told him we talked about it, but Cerise has struggled with other cats we fostered and Trudy has a cat.  

I figured I'd write a quick blog.  I will continue to blog.  I'll do it from the library for a couple of months.   I'll probably write in the learning center again and post them at the library.  It kind of sucks, but rules are rules.  

I was fortunate enough to get to openly bend the rules as long as a I have.   I didn't really have it at CityTeam, unless I was working on it for Jonathon.  I usually left it at Susan's.  I'd pick it up and go to Brainwash.  When Susan is gone, I'd have to keep it at CityTeam.  I have always kept it out in the open.  Thankfully the blog is caught up.

I felt bad today.  I think I upset Jonathon by threatening to leave.  I love Jonathon.  He is a really good person.  I promised him I would not use this computer after I try to take care of a couple of things.  I also promised him I wasn't going to leave.  I guess I'll put it my storage unit.  Maybe I'll let CityTeam keep it, I don't know yet.  Mr. Ed knew I was upset with him.  He said, "You know I love you."  I do.  It's not really all wrong.

I told them yesterday that this blog mattered to people.  Thank you for the overwhelming response and support again.  My number one fan and self proclaimed "stalker" took it a step further!  She found a way to email Jonathon directly!  He said, "Who is (her name)?  She emailed me!"  I got a great laugh out of that!  Thank you so much.  I think it just help support what I was trying to get across.  In fact, Mr. Ed said, "We didn't say you have to stop blogging!"  I won't.  It will be less and that's good.  It may just be posted less.  This blog is good.  Rules are rules.  It's all going to be fine.  Other guys made it clear to me in a considerate way, "They'd like their laptops."    I get it. 

I won't be able to use my camera because I need my laptop.  Kind of like a paintbrush needs a canvas if that makes sense.  They said, I couldn't have my laptop even for downloading the photos on it.  Perhaps I was being dramatic by saying they were taking my camera from me.  I guess I feel they kind of  are.  My ability to take photos has been taken away.  I'll live.  I have plenty to do.  I'll do it.  The bike, I have no idea what they're talking about with that.  That was Mr. Ed's babbling again.  I'll pretend I didn't hear that.  I don't see why I can't have my bike.  Either way, I'll run more. By then end of this next 2 months or so, my goal is to be able to run to the Golden Gate Bridge and back without stopping - about ten miles round trip.  My ribs seemed to have healed enough to resume doing sit ups again.  I'm going to get into even better shape.  That makes me feel good.

Trudy said in a comment, "I'm sure that God will work it to the Good for you."  She's right.  It really does work that way.  I already see it.  It is a good thing.  I want to spend more time with The King and The Prince and a lot of the guys.   I really love those young guys.  Even Rudy and I had a good laugh last night.   I do have a lot of work to do also.  I am also helping Susan move.  There is a lot on my plate and minimizing this is important.  It does create a nice distraction from the insanity sometimes.  It won't completely go away.

I did find myself looking for a certain someone on here a lot lately - let's call her "Loveland".  That's not all bad.  In fact, it feels all good.  It is what it is.  She helped me.  She said I helped her.  That's what good friends are supposed to do for each other.

This morning in process group, Rudy pulled up a chair so I could sit next to him.  When we went around the room sharing our two feelings one of Rudy's was "Lovestruck".  Which I was planning on using!  I said I was, "Frustrated and Lovestruck."  (What's new)  People quickly figured Rudy and I out.  I said, "Were like an old married couple!"

As far as communicating with Loveland, even though I knew her a long time ago - for all intensive purposes we just kind of met again.  I do consider her to be a friend and would like to stay communicating with her.  So, I told her, "Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, so here's my number, so call me maybe."  (I don't have a number, but I am waiting for Susan at Susan's)  Later she'd give me hers.  She said:

Call whenever dave ! Yes really. Call me maybe.

This is crazy

But here's my #

We are dorks. Talk soon. 

We are.  So later that morning I was once again "driving" in sit still downtown San Francisco early morning traffic (and loving it).  I was with a new guy from Las Vegas.  We were talking a lot and the radio was off.  Then I dropped him off to run and pick up donations from one of the Chipotles on Market Street and I circled the block.  That song was instantly in my head.  I thought, "I wonder if I have a radio station set that song would be on?  I searched around finally realizing I don't have any poppy stations set.  Apparenty I left it on ALICE 97.3 (which I guess is a little poppy).  About ten seconds later:

I threw a wish in the well, Don't ask me, I'll never tell I looked to you as it fell, And now you're in my way
I'd trade my soul for a wish, Pennies and dimes for a kiss I wasn't looking for this, But now you're in my way
Your stare was holdin', Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby?
Hey, I just met you, And this is crazy, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right, At you baby, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you, And this is crazy, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys, Try to chase me, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?
You took your time with the call, I took no time with the fall You gave me nothing at all, But still, you're in my way
I beg, and borrow and steal Have foresight and it's real I didn't know I would feel it, But it's in my way
Your stare was holdin', Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby?
Hey, I just met you, And this is crazy, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right, At you baby, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you, And this is crazy, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys, Try to chase me, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?
Before you came into my life I missed you so bad I missed you so bad I missed you so, so bad
Before you came into my life I missed you so bad And you should know that I missed you so, so bad
It's hard to look right, At you baby, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you, And this is crazy, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys, Try to chase me, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?
Before you came into my life I missed you so bad I missed you so bad I missed you so, so bad
Before you came into my life I missed you so bad And you should know that
So call me, maybe?