Lost: I love good pretty Bad Boys

I’m playing hooky today. Hey, I deserve it, I hit 155 lbs. this morning. That’s 29.4 lbs. I’ve lost. I just figured out I have TWO entire hour long episodes of the final Season 6 of “Lost” left. Maybe you can tell, I LOVE pretty boys. Especially with long hair. Especially good bad boys. So guess my favorite? Sawyer of course. Drinking my coffee, massage chair humming, heating pad behind my back, drinking my Recess mood drinks that were delivered this morning. Have my apricot oil and water I ordered, now.

Mark (yesterday on phone) “What’s the weather like there?” Angel: “I don’t know. I usually peek out the front door when I get up. It looked fine.” Mark: “ANGEL, you HAVE to get OUTSIDE (he has called me from his daily walk, he’s walking that moment.) Angel: “I like my cave (no intention to go outside, zero, don’t.)" Then I appease him, “I’m putting protein and collagen in my coffee, like you told me to” (he never told me to put it in my coffee, my idea.) He starts talking to someone. I hear dogs. “Who are you talking to?” “A lady passed me with her dog. The dog sort of went at me. I assured her that’s what her dog is supposed to do. He’s supposed to protect her.” I remember when Mark was on his daily walk with his dog a couple of years ago. They were attacked by 3 other dogs. Badly attacked. I remind him. I start to reminisce about Laileigh’s reaction when I told her. Laileigh had JUMPED up, “GIVE ME YOUR PHONE!!! I NEED TO CALL MARK and make sure he’s ok. RIGHT NOW!!!” and I had given her my phone so she could. He has been her buddy since she was 4 months old, he has trained her many times at his Stunt workshops and private lessons at Spa Castle, our home, the Island, Oklahoma, Austin, Albuquerque, Kalahari Resort, he’s part of her world. We hang up and I stay in my cozy cave. Well, I don’t get attacked by dogs, now, do I? See.

The next day, texting: “I’ve lost 27 lbs. I sent Tristan your New Mexico Stunt workshop flyer. I send all your flyers to him. He’s a big fan of yours because of me.” Mark, another time, “How many Instagram followers does Tristan have?” Me: “46,000, now.” Me: “Tris is reaching 100k on his daily posts now on his Instagram. He hit 2 million views on his Facebook posts this month. I doubt he goes to your workshops but I send him the flyers. He’s in Canada. I sent him the Dreamer’s invitation for 2 weeks from now.” Mark: “I’m not going to make that one.” Me: “Ok well I’m not going either then. I’m going to buy Tris a plane ticket and fly him to Dallas when you’re there. I’ll pay you to give him a private lesson at Spa Castle. I already told him I was.” I know that’s fine. We LOVE Spa Castle. I found it when Lai was tiny and SHE asks for it habitually. I taught her to swim when she was 3 months old and we lived at the Island, with its 3 pools and 3 hot tubs. Spa Castle has even more than that, all flavors, all temperatures, loads of spa stuff. We love it. I mention to Tris I told Mark and he loves the idea. Planning ahead.

So, now, back to “Lost,” my massage chair and NO FOOD. This is Day 8 of no food. Mark tells me more things to buy, specific protein powder, specific collagen powder. I find it on Amazon and put it in my Save List. I already have some. I send him pictures of all the supplements I’m taking. Just 5 lbs. to go.

Talking about loving pretty boys, Paul Val has a gig in 2 days in downtown Austin. This time he has his mentor, a famous blues guy, black, old, a real one, playing in front of him. Soul Man Sam comes on at 8 pm this Saturday night. Paul goes on at 10 pm. I’d love to film that. That’s historical level documentation of Austin Blues. Two girlfriends have flaked out on me. I’m probably going by myself. I don’t care. I do that all the time, have all my life. That’s why I named my TV show “Texas Tales from a LONE Star.” I’m referring to myself. I hope Paul sings “Bad Boy.” I told him it was my favorite. xo

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Written July 30, 2025 at 5:52 pm