Another reason why where I live sucks...

Poison Ivy. I have had it for over a week and it is really starting to piss me off. It is totally ruining my leg shaving, which is another issue that will be brought up at some point, here or to my therapist.

See, I live in a place where the weather changes, constantly. Not just little changes, I mean HUGE changes. For example, in the early part of April, it warms up a bit. Nice enough to send the kids out in short sleeves with no jackets type warm. Then, it gets a little warmer and you have to start looking for the shorts. Then, one morning, you wake up, and there it is....SNOW! We are talking about two inches of snow. WTF? So, you have to go warm up the car and bundle up the kids and find your gloves.

What does this have to do with poison ivy? I am getting there...it all ties in.

So, after the snow, two days later, I look at the thermometer on the front door, and it shows a 100 degrees. TWO DAYS after the snow. Later that evening, as the wife and I are sitting outside, in our shorts, smoking, she asks "didn't it just snow" and I was like yeah, TWO DAYS AGO! No wonder every one stays sick around here. Now, we have kids walking into school with shorts on and a coat....just to be safe.

So...on to the poison ivy. In the 5 years I have lived here, I have not got poison ivy. Just assumed we didn't have it. I mean, the fact that we live in the middle of town but still have deer in the back of our house should have tipped me off. But it didn't. At this point, anything is possible. Seriously, like if you walk through the wooded area behind our house, you would reach McDonald's. The deer must like the burgers there or something.

Ok...going off topic...back on to the ivy.

In an attempt to get some color on my legs for the next time it is a 100 degrees before I get a chance to get in the tanning bed, I decide that I am going to mow the lawn. L. is none to happy about this because I do not go back and forth, I go in little block like things and it makes the grass uneven. I figure, hey, the grass is mowed, good enough for me. Plus, she is like way over protective of her lawn mower, which the mower has issues btw.

So, after a couple of hours of convincing her that I want to mow, so I can get some color on my legs, she agrees to hand over the lawn mower, that is almost out of gas. She says, if you hurry, you may get the front lawn done. So, off I go.

I am hurrying my ass off when the mower sputters a few times and dies. Out of gas. L. goes to get gas and I am chilling in the a.c. and hoping that I did get a little tan while I was out there. L. comes back, mower won't start, I get blamed...you get the picture.

So, this is the part where I give up and get in the shower. About 30 minutes later, I have this nice little rash in about 4 different places on one leg. I have no idea where in the yard it came from.

I have been in itching hell for the past week. And all I get from L. is that I should not have tried to mow the yard and still getting blamed for the mower not starting.

And I didn't get a tan either.

*off to put more aloe on ivy*

You know you take hot showers when.....

your smoke alarm goes off every time you take a shower!

The damn thing is possessed. I take showers before I go to bed, which here lately has been late at night. Every time I am good and soaped up, the smoke alarm goes off. Apparently, it sees the steam from the shower as a threat to the house. It continues to go off for the rest of my shower, which I have to cut short because I do not want to wake up the rest of the family.

I hate that damn smoke alarm!

I am

I am not sure where this came from, but I felt the need to share it.

"I AM..."

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a
fag everyday.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother
that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a
transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful,
tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not
let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken
away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever
had... I wish they could adopt me.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before
graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found
out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I
want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I
bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother
because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system
grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive
partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to
turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up
afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until
someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMT's stopped treating me as soon
as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much
better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating
me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't
believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most... LOVE!

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends that I am a lesbian,
because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to
die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"

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pass this on to someone you know

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Help make American truly EQUAL for ALL PERSONS!

Lack of Blogging

I know I have been really bad about not blogging lately. I have been really busy. I have this long list of stuff I have to do for the nursing program. One of which is getting shots..lots of them. Seems that my parents and I can not agree on who lost my shot records, but they are no where to be found. They did find the envelope that used to hold said shot records, but alas, no shot record. So, I have been spending my time going to class, enrolling for summer, working out a fall schedule, getting shots, buying uniforms and shoes. *sigh* I will have to post about my uniforms and shoes soon.

Anyway, on top of all of that, I had two papers due and one more to go. Also, I am taking college algebra. Online. Yes folks, someone that sucks at math as much as I do decided to try it online. Let's just say that I am passing the class and I can not wait till it is over.
Just to show how much time and effort this class is taking, here is a sample of the chapter I am working on now. This is just a sample of it. Wish me luck! Click for a larger picture of it.

Just too cute

L. showed me this today, knowing how much I love animals. I thought that it was just too adorable not to share.

Enjoy!

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