Advice: Get a boyfriend, say Jesus, and ask me if he can come over

In an effort to save gas, but more importantly enjoy the ride to work, Brian has been dropping me off at work before he goes to work and picking me up on the way home. This arrangement only works in the summer when I'm stuck answering phones all day and I really enjoy the rides we've had together. We have to wake up together, get ready together, and make lunch together (since we're not going to buy lunch anymore to save money). I feel so domesticated and this domestication is wonderful! I love it! It makes me feel so lucky to have Brian in my life.

The only bad thing about having him take me to work is having to wait for him to pick me up. If I drive, I can usually get home at 6:20pm. When Brian picks me up, it's about 6:35pm. Today, he picked me up at 7pm because traffic on the road was horrible (the freeway got so hot that it transformed itself into something that cars couldn't drive on).

I actually didn't mind because I read and had the internet at my disposal. When he finally picked me up, we went over to Megan's.

One lesson that I learned from my father is that when anyone asks you to help, you help them unless there is no way you can. He helped anyone who asked him, even if his help was inconvenient for him. He'd make a way to help someone who needed him. In my life, I've tried to do the same thing.

Megan asked me to help her pick up a truck from her sister and help put some furniture into it. I enlisted Brian's help and we both helped her. He was irritated because he did not want to spend his Friday night doing service, but he got over it.

My grandma invited me to dinner so I asked if I could bring Brian and Megan (since Megan's sister lives near my grandparents). My 19-year old cousin Jordan and his friend were there and after some rude avoidance, I introduced Brian to them as my boyfriend. I don't know what it is, but I'm still uncomfortable doing that in front of my grandparents and family members. They all know I'm gay, but its still hard for me.

I was asked to say the prayer and I gladly did so. In my prayer, I thanked God for the food that we were about to eat and asked him to help us remember those individuals who are less fortunate, especially people in Africa. I had a hard time getting those words out, stumbled, and panicked; I tried to end the prayer, but something like, "We ask these things, in the name of Jes.., the Lord's name, Amen."

It was an awful ending and I felt stupid. I don't know why I ditched Jesus' name at the last minute because I didn't mean to. But I really didn't appreciate the teasing from Brian and Megan the rest of the night about it. Now I know how President Bush feels when he makes some vernacular error.

After we left and helped Megan, we invited people over to watch, "The Jacket." Since Josh hadn't hung out with us in awhile, I called and invited him. He said he was on a date with Jeff and the two would be coming over. When they did come over, they brought along another friend Treven.

Here's the thing: I cannot stand when people come over and I'm surprised because they bring an extra person. If I ever call and invite you over to my house, the invitation extends to you only. If you want to bring someone, ask me and I will most likely say yes, but don't ever surprise me!

I like Treven, but I did not appreciate not knowing he was coming over. I'm totally over it now, but I was irritated that night.