The Ponderings of Lesbianca

I have started a new blog.....

2008-11-25T10:31:00.000-08:00

If you actually still read this blog, I have started a new one. Come see me at Ponderings of an ER nurse!

Let the countdown begin!

2008-04-13T09:08:00.000-07:00

MySpace Countdowns

Not the first time I have been called a freak

2007-12-09T08:11:00.000-08:00

Your Score: Freak- INFJ

46% Extraversion, 53% Intuition, 40% Thinking, 80% Judging

Well, well, well. How did someone like you end up with the least common personality type of them all? In a group of 100 Americans, only 0.5 others would be just like you. You really are one of a kind... In fact, I do believe that that's one of the definitions for the word "FREAK."

Freak's not such a bad word to describe you actually.

You are deep, complex, secretive and extremely difficult to understand. If that doesn't scream "Freak!" I don't know what does. No-one actually knows the REAL you, do they?

You probably have deep interests in creative expression as well as issues of spirituality and human development.

You've probably even been called a "psychic" before, because of your uncanny knack to understand and "read" people without quite knowing how you do it. Don't fret. You're not actually psychic. That would make you special and you'll never accomplish that.

You're also quite possible the most emotional of them all, so don't take this all too hard. Nevertheless you most definitely have the strangest personality type and that's not necessarily a good thing.

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If you want to learn more about your personality type in a slightly less negative way, check out this.

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The other personality types are as follows...

Loner - Introverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving
Pushover - Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging
Criminal - Introverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving
Borefest - Introverted Sensing Thinking Judging
Almost Perfect - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving
Loser - Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving
Crackpot - Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging
Clown - Extraverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving
Sap - Extraverted Sensing Feeling Judging
Commander - Extraverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving
Do Gooder - Extraverted Sensing Thinking Judging
Scumbag - Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving
Busybody - Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging
Prick - Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving
Dictator - Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging

Link: The Brutally Honest Personality Test written by UltimateMaster on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

ENDA

2007-11-08T11:36:00.000-08:00

Videos worth watching. Please pass them on.

2007-09-13T12:49:00.001-07:00

Awesome video

2007-08-31T18:15:00.000-07:00

Nice video!

2007-08-20T22:08:00.000-07:00

Check out this video: LesboHomoPromo

Cool stuff!

2007-04-17T14:37:00.000-07:00

I have to admit, I am one of those people that would prefer to shop online than in a store. Where else can you get good deals in your p.j.'s?? So, I had to post about my friend's shop. I highly recommend you go there, esp. since she is giving a a $25.00 gift card for your next visit if you spend $100.00 in the store! With mother's day and father's day coming up, it is a good deal!

So get over there and buy something!

What do babies think?

2007-03-23T12:16:00.000-07:00

I know, it has been forever since I actually WROTE something. I have posted videos here and there, but there is nothing like an actual post pertaining to something, no matter what that something is. So, here it goes.

I am sure at some point in the over 2 years I have had this blog, I have mentioned the new addition to the family. Well, the little one will be 2 tomorrow and is still providing us hours of entertainment. Being that my oldest is 9, I am sorta relearning all the old baby things that had slipped my mind over the years, much like most things, including words for everyday objects, names, dates, places, where I live. You get the picture. They say that the more higher education you get, the more of the everyday stuff you loose. Who is they? Well, my source is a friend of mine in school, that heard it on some radio show, I think. But, she has had higher education too, so who knows. But it makes sense to me. What was I going to blog about again? Oh, yeah. The baby.

Well, the baby is learning all kinds of new words, mostly ones only those who live with her understand, but new words all the same. Such as moome for movie and so on.

Anyway, along the way, she, like most children, has learned Elmo. The name and who he is. Every time she sees him, she proceeds to say Elmo, Elmo, ELMO! Being the loving parents that we are, we are sure that she just loves Elmo. This starts a trend of buying her anything Elmo. She has an Elmo bed cover with matching pillow, a baby Elmo, a regular Elmo and the ever famous TMX Elmo. Even though TMX is not allowed to do what makes him TMX, because she gets mad at us and yells and holds his hand down. If you do not know what TMX does, please google it. (see google, throwing yet some more business your way, since you obviously need it)

So, what would you expect her birthday theme to be? Elmo, of course!!

L. and I made a mad dash to the store the other day to get all the Elmo themed party favors that we could find, which lead up to a nice conversation as we fill our basket.

L.: "You know, how do you know she likes Elmo?"
Me: "Because, she says his name every time she sees him, she reaches for Elmo stuff..you have seen her."
L: "Yeah, but what if she really hates Elmo and she does that cause that is the only thing she can say. I mean, wouldn't that suck, that just because you can say it, everyone thinks you like it?"
Me: "Well...uh"
L: " I can just see it now, she is going to get older and say by the way, I HATED Elmo, he gets on my nerves."
Me: laughing as I proceed to continue to fill the basket with Elmo stuff.

Which really made me think. What if she does hate Elmo? In her little baby head, she is looking at all the Elmo stuff saying "I hate that little red monster, he gets on my nerves. Stupid adults. I am a BABY, I can't say much. I say poopie too, but they do not buy me poopie stuff. When I get big enough, I am going to rip his little red head off and put it in their bed. See how they like it. I am going to turn on that damn talking Elmo and make them listen to his high pitched baby voice for hours. Just wait."

I am considering sleeping with one eye open from now on.

Take the time to watch

2007-03-19T18:01:00.000-07:00

Asking for help....

2006-06-19T22:53:00.000-07:00

I have a friend that has been searching for her birthparents. So far, she hasn't had any success.

Her story is unique. She was born on June 12, 1978 in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She was left in a phone booth.

If you can help in anyway, perhaps posting this information on your blog to pass it on to other readers or if you have information, it would be greatly appreciated! Her email address is amycox1978@yahoo.com.

Thanks!

My opinion on same-sex marriage

2006-06-11T22:48:00.000-07:00

First of all, I must say that I am glad that the amendment did not pass. No matter what side of the issue you are on, writing discrimination into our constitution is wrong.

With that being said, I feel the need to say my side of this huge debate. I feel that, somewhere along this debate, the true reason for marriage equality has become lost.

I feel that so much has been put in the word "marriage" and the rights of people has been moved out of the debate. I know that the majority of people feel that the word "marriage" means a religious ceremony. This one of the correct meanings of the word. But, the word marriage is also a legal term that affords people many rights. This is where the debate becomes a matter of religion and human rights. For those who are having a hard time with the struggle of what the Bible says and what seems fair to us, here is a link. Religious Tolerance It is a nice eye-opener for those who are researching.

Personally, I am fine with leaving the word marriage to mean a religious ceremony. I am perfectly happy to have civil unions that are performed either in a court house or in a church that is willing to perform them.

To me, the fight for marriage equality is not about the word at all. I do not think that the law should force churches that do not agree with same-sex couples to perform such ceremonies. But, I also do not believe that the church should infringe on my human rights.

I think the majority of people do not understand why the GLBT community is fighting for this right. I think people have been lead to believe it is for acceptance among the majority. Sure, in a perfect world, we would be accepted and this fight would not be going on. But, that is not the case.

Maybe if I explain what the lack of these rights mean for me, it will become clearer to those who do not know or maybe just do not understand.

To have my relationship recognized by law would change many things for me. For example, my partner and I would be allowed to visit one another in the hospital and make medical decisions for one another. Seems small, right? But at this point in time, we can not do that. This means that some family member that we have not had contact with in years could come in and tell them what our wishes are, even though we have spent everyday together and talked about those wishes. It means that if one of us were to die, the other would get the house and all of our combined property. As it is now, a family member can take everything and kick out the one that is not the actual homeowner. It would mean being able to carry one another on insurance. It would mean being able to purchase a house, car or any other large purchase together. It would mean making funeral arrangements for one another. It would mean both of us being able to be parents to our child. Small things that marriage gives heterosexual couples, but we do not have. The only way we can come close to getting these things is by having a large amount of legal paperwork written up to try to protect everything we have.

Actually, to take it further, in the state of Oklahoma, we can still get fired from our job, kicked out of an apartment, asked to leave a restaurant, denied a home loan, are unable to adopt together and refused a hotel room, just because we are a same-sex couple. Hardly seems fair, does it?

I could list for days the advantages that allowing same-sex couples some sort of union would have. But, then this thing would be so long, no one would read it.

I hope that reading this has opened a couple of minds and a few hearts. Maybe if you know where the GLBT community is coming from, it will help you understand why this fight is so important to us.

Something everyone should see

2006-06-04T06:04:00.000-07:00

I want to thank ocb for introducing me to this song on her blog! I saw this slide show on Rosie's site and found it on youtube.

Too good not to share...

2006-06-03T06:33:00.000-07:00

I think the videos speaks for themselves!

Too Cool!

2006-05-15T19:58:00.000-07:00

I stole this from The Panic Blog. It is really interesting. Go to Wikipedia and enter your birth date, not the year and see what it pulls up. I won't share the full list of mine...but here are a few things I found interesting!

Holidays and observances
Feast of St Cyril of Alexandria
National HIV Testing Day in United States
National Veterans' Day in the United Kingdom
Stonewall Day (date of many gay pride celebrations, including those in New York City, San Francisco, Toronto, and Madrid)

My birth date is Stonewall day!!!! I was quite impressed.

This is also proof that I am making up all the time I didn't get to spend on the internet last semester!

Tell me in your comments what interesting things you find!

I can die a happy woman

2006-05-01T06:51:00.000-07:00

I have said for a long time that if I found out Michelle Rodriquez was gay, I could die happy.

Well....here you go. Nice pictures also!

Michelle Rodriguez Outed? A Socialite's Life

Another reason why where I live sucks...

2006-04-30T22:05:00.000-07:00

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.....

2006-04-30T22:01:00.000-07:00

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

2006-04-24T19:55:00.000-07:00

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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If you believe that Homophobia and discrimination are wrong - then
pass this on to someone you know

Spread the truth - Help stop the HATE

Help make American truly EQUAL for ALL PERSONS!

Lack of Blogging

2006-04-08T21:19:00.000-07:00

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

2006-04-05T20:08:00.000-07:00

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

Enjoy!

As seen on Break.com

Good news!

2006-03-09T15:47:00.000-08:00

I got my acceptance letter into the nursing program today!!!

I will be starting the program in the fall!

YAY!

Sometimes I wish I was a drinker......

2006-03-06T10:43:00.000-08:00

I finally hit mid-term of this semester. If one of my classes continues on the path it is on, I may end up in AA before it is over.

This semester was supposed to be easy. I got to pick classes that I would find interesting while I waited to find out if I made it into the nursing program for next semester. So, I picked up my math class that I have been putting off and three sociology classes. I figured since I enjoyed psychology so much, that sociology would prove to be interesting as well.

One class has been interesting, but not in the way I expected. I figured that since the people that usually take sociology are people that plan to work in some sort of field dealing with all types of people, it would be an open-minded group. I was so wrong.

I should have known that this class was not going to go well when I made a girl so mad she almost started crying. We were separated into groups, but not just any type of group. It was women who have been married and those that have not, same with the men. We had to make a list of what we were looking for in the opposite sex and what we thought they were looking for. A nice little assumption that everyone is straight. Next topic, abortion. We were told to list three reasons for and three against. After we finished our list, the class started discussing the different reasons. This girl said that she does not think that a woman should ever get an abortion. So, I asked her about in a rape situation. She said she can give up the child for adoption. For the record, I am pro-choice. I think there should be a time limit, but I am still pro-choice. So, I said to her, you mean to tell me that if a woman is raped, you think she should be forced to have her rapist baby and also going through giving a child up. She proceeded with it is not the child's fault. I said no, it isn't. But, it isn't her fault either. So, she was victimized by the rapist, then she is expected to continue to be victimized for the next nine months, forced to carry a child, then give birth to this child and hope when she gives it up, the child will go to a good home? She said well, there is always adoption. (side note, I am adopted). So, I asked her if she has ever been through the adoption process to which she said yes, I have been adopted many times. (not going to try to figure out how someone is adopted many times) But, I told her that I was also adopted, and that although it sounds great in theory, not all kids get adopted. Ok..ending this particular conversation.

One of the things my instructor does every week is bring up Brokeback Mountain. I am not sure why this movie has so much to do with the class. But he finds a way to bring it up and every week, people in the class groan and bitch about how sick it is. Are you seeing a trend?

Well, last week, I about had all I could take. One, he was talking about how if a community shares similar values, they can change the outcome of trials and things of that nature. He brought up a kid that was killed by a popular kid in the town and that the murder got off with probation because the community saw him as a good kid and the kid he killed was part of a counter culture. During this, he brought up people who are Goth. He asked the class if they knew what he meant by that and one guy yelled out, "yeah the freaks". Most instructors would have put the guy in his place. Instead, he just acted like it was nothing and continued.

If that was not enough, before our break, we were covering the mass media and he was talking about how channels are geared toward a certain group of people. Of course, the people in this class could not let that go. One woman actually said, "well I do not think it is fair that they can have black entertainment channel and we can't have a white channel, and why do we have to have black history month, that is racist." So, I turned to her and said actually, it isn't racist. She just looked at me and said there isn't a white history month. To which I said, every month is white history month.

Of course, the instructor just released us for break and didn't say a word. The woman continued to talk to other people going on about how they should put a white woman in the all black pageants and that even the Hispanics do not have stuff all to themselves. I had to leave the room because I really had enough at that point.

Sad thing is, my instructor is high up in a state job and therefore is in charge of making many decisions that affect lots of people in this state. Scary, huh?

I would think that an instructor would see that the type of comments being said in this class perpetuate discrimination and would try to educate people.

But, I guess in this class, it is ok to attack gays, blacks, Hispanics or anyone else that is not exactly like the majority in the room.

*goes shopping for a boot flask*

Dinner time!

2006-01-05T20:38:00.000-08:00

It is no secret that I am not good at cooking. For example, L. asked me to start baked potatoes one day. She said to wrap them up and put them in the toaster oven and let them cook. So, I followed the instructions exactly like she had asked. About 5 hours later, we decided to eat something different, so we put them in the fridge, with plans to eat them the next day. L. put them in the toaster oven the next day to warm them up and about 2 hours later, she checked them. They were still raw in the middle. We still have not figured out how someone can cook a potato for 7 hours and it not be done.

This is not the only time. I was in charge of the Thankmas turkey. (You would think she would learn, right?) Anyway, I ask her the night before to please write down the directions for me, in detail. She says, it is easy. Wrap up the turkey in foil, put it in the oven and let it cook. So, I ask "wrap it up?" She says yes, wrap it up. I am thinking, I can do this, no problem. I get the turkey and read the directions on it and it does not say anything about wrapping it up. So...I was like well, L. said to. I take the foil, put the turkey in the middle and wrap it, much like a Christmas present. It looked nice. I stuck it in the oven. L. comes home early to find the turkey, wrapped nicely for Thankmas, in the oven and is shocked. She says how many turkeys have you seen wrapped like this????? I said well none, but I don't cook them. They could have been wrapped like that! I am thinking she saved the turkey just in time.

As you can see, it is safer for me to just buy food on the way home. She asks me what I did before we got together. I said I had fast food, vending machines and easy mac. I was set!

Anyway, I was really tempted tonight to stop at McDonald's on the way home. After all, the kid was begging me to. But, against my better judgment, I decided to cook for my little angels. (Feeling sorry for them yet?) I went with something that I at least know how to cook. Chicken strips.

We get home and I get everyone set up to chill out while I cook. Cooking for me takes total concentration. One time, I was cooking frozen burritos and burned them. Not to mention countless things, including my p.js that have been burnt. Anyway, the baby and the older one are supposed to be hanging out in the den. On the way to the den, the older one falls, in the kitchen floor. Odd thing is, there was nothing in the floor to trip over. So, now she is crying. So kisses, hugs, all that and send her on her way. Now, back to the task at hand. I put the chicken in the microwave to thaw, have the oil getting hot and decide this is a good time to step outside for a cig. I get outside and get one lit when the smoke alarm goes off and the older one is at the backdoor, holding the little one, yelling fire drill!!

This would be the point I banged my head against the door.

So, I come in, no fire, no damn smoke, nothing. But, the super sensitive smoke alarm detected something. Since I am so short, I have to get something to get it to stop. The older one finds this very entertaining and proceeds to laugh at me. After I am done, I give the kiddos something to snack on and get my chicken ready. Then the baby starts screaming.

I decided that in the den was not a good place for the kids. So I move them up to the dining area so I can keep an eye on them. There is the baby, with a cookie in each hand, and food all over her. The older one is dancing circles around her. As I start to flour the chicken, I get bumped by the dog running over my feet and end up with flour all over me.

After much cussing under my breath, and many stops to get more cookies and to kick the dogs out, the food is ready. So, I set up the baby's chair, so she can eat and getting plates ready. Here is the one for the big kid, baby's is cooling, one for the wife, since she is at work and mine. I go to put the baby in her seat and find that, even though she can not crawl, she has made her way to the dog dish and is reaching for dog food.

I run to her while saying nooo nooo and hearing the big one laugh at me. Finally, we sit down for dinner.

Next time, I am buying McDonalds.

A special post

2006-01-04T21:52:00.000-08:00

I have to give a special thank you to ocB for sharing her addiction of Pogo with me and the wife.

Now, we have no clean clothes, the kids are lost, we have forgotten how to cook, I live on coffee and all we can do is work towards badges.

Uh, thanks.

Happy New Year!

2006-01-04T20:59:00.001-08:00

It is 2006!!

And I have been blogging for a year! Just because I do not blog all the time, it still counts damn it!

I really hope for a wonderful year. Last year was so horrible in disasters. But, in my little family, it was pretty good. With the arrival of our little angel, I have to call it a good year.

So, you have to have some type of resolution right? Mine is to be better at showing up for class. It seems small, but as much school as I miss, that is a pretty big one.

With 2006 comes my 10 year school reunion. I do not feel old enough to be thinking about a reunion.

It is really strange when you start thinking back. It seems like a million years ago.

As far as I know, I am the only one from my class that came out as a lesbian. I have talked to a few people since high school. All of which, I have came out to.

Which brings up an interesting subject. I have always bragged that my coming out experience has, compared to most, not been bad. My parents are supportive, most of my family has been and no one has said anything hateful to my face. But, when I sit and think about it, the majority of my friends that I have come out to, have the same canned response. The "Oh, that is ok. I have no problem with gay people, as long as you are happy." Then, we make the plans to get together, for dinner or whatever. Then, I never hear from them again. So, I guess I can not say that everyone has been so supportive. I am sure that is something the GLBT community faces all the time.

So, when I think about if there is a reunion, I wonder how that is going to go. I know that pretty much everyone I went to school with knows by now. I know that there are a few people that I could sit and talk with, because they do keep in touch. But, then there is this feeling of do I want to be the circus freak for the entertainment of those that are not really "ok" with it. I guess time will tell.

No matter what, I want to try to make 2006 a kick-ass year and I hope the same for all of you!!!!!!!!

Holiday Decorations

2006-01-04T20:02:00.000-08:00

With the holiday season over and the warm fuzzy feelings that go along with it long gone, I feel safe posting about this topic.

When it comes to holiday decorations, I am not sure if I should feel sorry for people or see if I can get them committed.

Honestly, I see it every year. People start dragging out all the decorations they have and buying more. It is almost a contest in our neighborhood. If one house gets something new, the house beside it has to get two new things. And not even smart purchases. For example, they have a big snow globe thing, that airs up, for $150.00. It is full of AIR!!! Let's think about this for a minute. We have all owned air mattress and things like that. How long does air-filled objects last? Even if you treat them with kid gloves. Oh, maybe a year or two, if you leave them inside, protected. If you have kids, anything air-filled will pop in a month or so.

We live in tornado alley, not that we get them during Christmas, but still, the weather here is, well crazy. So, here they are, trying to strap down a big ass snow globe with 60 mph winds. What all the work boils down to is, their house looks great the day they buy the air-filled decorations. Then, we get one of those windy days and there goes the decorations. Or, even worse, they get popped. You can drive by and there is Tigger in all his aired up glory, then two hours later, there is just a big glob of orange in their yard.

And they repeat this, year after year. Same with the thousands of lights on the outside of the house. We decorate here. I put up the tree and all the stuff inside the house. But it seems pointless to me to spend all that time, in the freezing cold, hanging lights, just to take them down a month later.

I know I can not be the only one that feels this way!

*cough* bah humbug *cough*

What the ???? again

2006-01-04T19:51:00.000-08:00

I think this speaks for itself!!

Paranormal Activity

2005-11-23T12:38:00.000-08:00

Those of you that know us well, know that we are very much into ghosts. We will watch anything about hauntings or horror movies that have a ghost plot line. So, when we had our own little unexplainable activity, we were quite excited. Here is the story.

Since the baby has come home, we spend an obscene amount of time in the den. We are really getting our money's worth out of Direct TV. Also, my wife has been working evenings and sometimes she is very tired and well, a bit out of her mind. So, when she started seeing something, I kinda assumed that it was the lack of sleep talking and overlooked it. Apparently, there was something or someone strange in our laundry room.

My wife was the first to see the strange activity. I do not know how long this went on before she came to me. Usually, I am the one in the house claiming that there is something strange going on and my wife rolls her eyes or giggles and goes on with her business. So, for her to finally come to me and ask me about the laundry room, it had to have been bothering her awhile.

So, here is how it all happened. We are all hanging out watching tv and L. jumps up and says did you see that? Now, L. is not the type to panic, so when she said it, in that tone, I admit I was a bit concerned. After identifying that it was a strange movement in the laundry room, we proceeded to watch the laundry room door more than the t.v.

So, every time we were in the den. We would watch. Apparently, our being would move up the door, but we would not see it come down for hours. Then, one or the other would see it drop. Of course, if you saw said activity, you had to announce it. That way, the other person was aware that whatever IT was, had in fact, moved from its last position. This went on for a couple of weeks. So, I would go to class and when I got home, L. would inform me that IT had moved up and she has not seen it fall. My job in the evening was to watch for IT and report back that it had fell. Sometimes IT would not fall for a day or so. Other times, IT would go up and down in the same hour. Finally, L. was freaked out. She was convinced that something was messing with her and was to the point of not liking the den so much. This was as close as she has gotten to believing in ghosts and she was none to happy with the one we did have.

About the third or fourth week into this, we found IT. SAW IT. Actually, L. did. Here is what happened.

L. was sitting in the floor, feeding the baby, when she yelled out to me that we had a mouse.

Now, it is not a big secret that I have a few fears, such as heights. But one of the bigger ones is mice. Before you start in on how they are more afraid of me than I am them, I have heard it all before. It has not changed my fear of them.
I do admit I am getting better at handling the furry little creatures. A few years ago, just someone saying the word mouse would send me into a panic and as far away from the floor as possible. Now, I just proceed to yell out orders of catch it if you want to sleep again.

I come to the doorway of the den, because, due to my fear of mice, I did not want to enter a room that may or may not have a mouse in it. L. proceeds to brief me on the current situation. Apparently, the little furry evil creature from hell, ran across the floor into where? You guessed it, the laundry room.

So, L., after much bitching, crying and whining from me, sets out traps. We finally catch the mouse that night.

Along with our paranormal activity. I was better off thinking we had a ghost.

What the ????

2005-11-17T20:53:00.000-08:00

Just for fun.....

*shakes head* This is my cue to go to sleep!

Why my back hates me

2005-11-17T20:19:00.000-08:00

Every once in awhile, I get the wild idea that I need to take on a large cleaning project in the house. I always like the results of this project, but my body does not.

So, last night, I decide that I am going to clean the laundry room. This is not a small task. There was over 10 bags full of clothes that we were planning on getting rid of.

After finally getting all the clothes out of the laundry room, moving all the stuff around, sweeping the floor, it is time to move the ladder.

I am on this big cleaning high. The room is looking great, I can move around. I am so excited! I got the washer going with clothes I have been looking for. The kids are both asleep and letting me clean till my heart is content.

Now, for the record, I am barely 5 ft 1. But, I am She-ra, Princess of Power! *flexes muscles, then whimpers in pain* If you do not know who She-ra is, you are too young to read this blog! (just kidding)

Anyway, I go to move the ladder and somehow, somewhere, the bottom of it gets caught on something. So, I wiggle it, and it is still stuck. I wiggle some more, and finally it is free! Whoohooo!

Then I look up.

Above me is a Fisher Price 4-wheeler. One of those that is on the base and weighs, I swear, 50 lbs! The handle bar of said 4-wheeler is caught on the ladder. I try first to push it back on its little bitty shelf with the ladder. Finally, after about 10 mins of moving it, it goes back up.

YAY!

Then I try to move.

Here comes the 4-wheeler again. Ok, at this point I have oh..maybe 3 choices.

1. I can run like hell and hope nothing breaks as the ladder and 4-wheeler come down. Risk the chance of it waking up the kids, or worse, not making it out of there before something falls.

2. Allow it to land on my head.

3. Try to catch it!

*Drumroll* # 3! # 3!

So, I go to catch it and remember that I am still holding the ladder. So, with one hand, I hold the ladder, with the other, the 50 lb 4-wheeler. I gently guide the 4-wheeler to the floor,put the ladder safely away, sigh, and smile because I am so damn smart!

Then I woke up this morning. I feel like I have been in a car accident. The muscles from the top of my shoulder to the ones down to my butt hurt on the side that guided the 4-wheeler. I cringe in pain when I lift my arm.

But the 4-wheeler is safely on the floor with no scratches!

My wife, seeing the wonderful cleaning project tries to figure out what makes me get in these moods.

So, today, as she hugs me up and leaves for work, she tells me "If you get in the mood to clean, go with it!"

*sigh* I wonder what my new cleaning project will be?

Last few weeks of this semester

2005-11-17T20:04:00.000-08:00

For those of you that have not been in college, the last few weeks of the semester is like working a two week notice at a job. You are past caring anymore, you are just counting down the days till it is over.

That is where I am at now. I have a horrible case of studying ADD. It isn't that I don't TRY to study, I do.

My evenings go something like this:

Get book, paper, pencil, calculator and notes and take them to the den.
Sit down and realize I forgot to get something to drink.
Get drink, sit down and realize I forgot my glasses.
Get glasses, sit down.
Wonder why things look funny, remember that contacts are still in.
Go put glasses up, sit back down.
Open book and decide that I need to smoke before I get started.
Since it is now cold out, get robe, house shoes and cig.
Step outside, smoke as fast as possible, run back in.
Open book and realize I need to pee.
Go to the bathroom, come back to den and sit.
Baby cries
Get up, make bottle for baby, move books and begin to feed baby.
Get baby happy and sit down and realize that I need to smoke before I start.

So see, it really isn't my fault!

Anyway, I do not have any really good stories from this semester. I didn't take another of Mrs. N's classes this semester,which makes going to school harder.

Although, my history instructor is too funny. He has kept me entertained this semester.

I did get cat-called the other day! It had been so long that I wasn't sure what it was, or if it was me they were doing it at. But, since I was the only person in the hall besides them, I think it was me.

Hopefully next semester will be better. I am taking night classes and one online course. Can you imagine what that will be like? I will have a good excuse to be on the computer. But honneeyyy, I have to be in here for my classssssss. :-)

I see lots more blogging in my future!

Ah...the poor people that searched and ended up here...

2005-09-07T20:19:00.000-07:00

Is there anything more annoying than trying to find information on the internet and ending up somewhere else?

I just feel sorry for some of the people that searched for the following things and ended up at my blog.

Last 20 Search engine Queries

Yahoo: how can i tell if i am a lesbian

Yahoo: lesbian lick

Ok..let's take a look at some of these shall we?

How can I tell if I am a lesbian? Well, do you find women attractive? Have you considered being with a woman? Do you think you could fall in love with another woman or have you already? Maybe my blog isn't the best place to try to find that out. I mean, I would really love to give you a quick answer...

Lesbian Lick.....

Err..um.....I will just leave that one alone. *bites tongue* Ok..so I can't stand it. I mean...there are so many better ways to search for something than putting lesbian lick. I can think of plenty of other..shall we say...ways...of looking for certain things than that search.

Although, in a way...I am sure my blog has disappointed some of these poor searchers.

To you out there, searching through internet land..I hope you find what you were looking for.

Oh how time causes the memory to fade....

2005-08-30T21:07:00.000-07:00

Ok, so we all have them. The clothes that range from "as if" size to the "I have to diet or buy new clothes" size. Right? The jeans you dust off, hold up and wonder if they fit, but decide not to torture yourself with putting them on. We have all been there.

Ok, so a little history. My wife and I have been together almost 5 years. When we met, I was in the "as if" size that has been in my closet. Now, logic would tell us that obviously she found that attractive..because, well, we have been together almost 5 years. During this time, I have went through the whole range of sizes in the closet. My weight gives new meaning to yo-yo.

Anyway, so this summer, I decided that I would visit our local diet doctor. I had about 10 pounds or so that I wanted to loose that I couldn't do through those stimulant diet pills. So, I paid more than I care to admit to loose this weight. So, for a couple of months, I was taking my pills and lost weight! But, once we got the baby, I realized that the diet pills needed to be put on hold. But, the good thing about it was that I broke myself of the bad habit of regular soda (just diet now), the full calorie cookies, the peanut butter, chips and things like that. My doctor did say that changing to diet soda and eating less peanut butter and cheese would make a difference. I can say that it has!! I am back into the "as if" size and feeling pretty good about it. I still eat, because I love food. But, I just got rid of some of the bad stuff.

Now, of course this weight did not fall off overnight. So, you would think that my loving wife would notice this change and would not be in any state of shock about it, right? Wrong.

After um, 3 months of loosing weight, she sees me naked the other night. Now, to most, that would be a nightly thing with their partner. With a 5 month old and a 7 year old, that is a rare sighting. The fact that she saw me naked was a freak accident. I was in route to the shower, she was walking down the hall, boom, naked sighting. She did stare for a second, like she wasn't sure what she was looking at. Then, proceeding to remember this was something she was attracted to, whistled and cat called me like a good wife should. So, I was feeling pretty good. I mean, 5 years almost and she still likes what she sees.....that has to be good.

So, later on in the evening, it is bed time. Most of the time, the only parts of our bodies that actually touch is our feet. For some reason, everyone in the house thinks they must climb into our bed at some point. And the baby has made herself a place in the bed as well. But, that night, she was actually sleeping in her little bed in the same room. Now, you remember that just a couple of hours before, the naked sighting happened. So, she decides to cuddle up to me and makes this huge discovery...she says you are too skinny! I was like what? She said, I like it when you have more weight on you. And, removes her arm and pouts. Now.....we have not got to cuddle in forever and she just now notices the weight loss? I mean, it has been a couple of hours, not months since she saw me!

So, after that night, she watches everything I eat and bitches that she likes it better when I am bigger. So, I remind her that when we got together, I was about the same size as I am now. She says, I don't like it. How can she not like it? IT is what she liked when we met!

Finally, after a couple of days of this type of conversation she says....."I was smaller when we met so that is why I don't like it now." All of the hell she put me through...and it wasn't even about me!

*sighs* At least she isn't monitoring my food as much now.

Ok, so I suck at keeping up a blog..but I have good reasons..

2005-08-08T11:48:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I looked at the date of my last post and I know that is just horrible. But, after you read this post, it will all make sense to you.

This summer started off innocent enough. I was forced into taking a summer class. Well, forced is maybe not the best word to use, but here was my choices. I could take this class in the summer and maybe be able to start the nursing program in January OR I can not take the class and put off going into the program for a year. 1 summer or 1 year....sounds like force to me.

Anywho, so here I am, dragging my ass out of bed and the nice cool house to drive 30 mins to another campus for this class. Ok, so most of the time I did not make it there. But, I did get a B out of the class, so that is good enough for me.

My instructor of this class allows us to do quizzes and lab reports online and I am all excited! That means less time in class. Let's face it, she didn't want to be there either.

So, my summer sounds pretty easy-going. Go to class 2 days a week and do stuff online and I am good to go.

*laughs* Only if.....

So, first of all, my wife's monitor breaks. When I say break, I mean the thing sounded like it would explode at any minute. We were all afraid to touch it because it had this sound of well..straight electric current. So, we had to resort to sharing a computer, with plans of getting a new monitor. Which was not so bad because she works in the evenings and I could do my homework. Although, the days of playing side by side on the computer was over for awhile. So, here I am, calling all over town trying to find someone that will either fix a monitor (most places don't btw) or sell me a monitor. I thought that would be the big event of the summer. *laughs again*

Well, this is how it all happened. My wife's niece had a baby. The baby was premature, 10 weeks to be exact. They thought the little baby would not make it. Long story, trauma at birth, the whole 9 yards. Anyway, the baby has been in the hospital for a few months and it is getting closer to time for the baby to come home. And the niece, who has 2 toddlers, realizes she can not take care of this special needs infant. So, it was one of those situations of what does the family do? Well, they call my wife and say the baby may not have a home to go to. So, of course, my wife says that would not happen, we have room if it comes to that!

Now, this is the timeline of how the events happened. On Sunday, we get a phone call from wife's sister. Says, niece is here, upset but wants to talk to you about the baby. Wife goes to sister's house then to the hospital to see the baby. On Wednesday, niece signs over the baby to wife so the baby can be discharged into wife's custody. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, me and wife are up at the hospital doing bedside care and learning about baby. We are told on Saturday by the Dr. that he is going to do tests on Monday, we come up on Tuesday to do an overnight stay and she can go home on Wednesday. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you heard me right. We had a week and a half to change our lives from no baby to new baby.

So, for the past month, we have had a little baby in the house. Who eats every 3 hours. Sometimes every 2 or 1 but at most 3. I forgot what sleep is. I function on energy pills. Although, my wife will say that she gets less sleep than me. Which is true sometimes, when I don't want to get out of bed again because I am FREAKINTIREDOFDEALINGWITHTHEKIDS!! *smiles*

Now you see why I am asking for your forgiveness for not blogging as much as I was before because every time I move from the room the baby is in, um she screams. And when she is not screaming, the older kid wants to eat, or hurt her toe, or wants me to dress her doll. And when that is not going on, I am outside in the 100 degree weather smoking because we can not smoke in the house anymore because of the baby.

The older one starts school on Wednesday and I start carrying my 15 credit hours next Monday. Wish us luck!!

See....I told you I had a good reason. But, things are calming down and I really hope to be blogging more soon. I miss it and sometimes...I really need to!

Much love to you all!!!

The last week of class before finals...

2005-04-26T16:45:00.000-07:00

And it does suck!!!!

I am supposed to be writing my last psychology essay and I just can't. As you can see, I am not. I am blogging instead. *sigh*

See, I am supposed to be writing about how positive thinking helps a person cope with stress. And all I can think about is how I am missing Trauma, Life in the ER on the discovery health channel. *a slight addiction to that channel. you should really watch it sometime*

So, I am trying to be insightful about how positive thinking is a good way to cope with stress. But, I am positive that this essay is stressing me out. I think it is totally defeating the purpose. A positive thing to do to deal with stress is not to give us this essay the last freaking week!!!

Of course, I find it hard to enjoy this class after the whole "Christian therapist" comment. I posted it on my blog, too lazy to link and will give ya a good reason to read other parts of my blog.

So, I have launchcast blaring in hopes of some sort of inspiration.

I sat down and made out a schedule for next semester. Although, I can not enroll until I know some other things. For example, if I have brought up my GPA in another class, or do I have to retake it? If I don't, did I get the student loan for the summer class? *sigh* Stress that is out of my hands.

So, I sit and wait for a letter to come in the mail, my average in class and the moon to align just right while I am dancing naked...*looks around* You know you do it too. Anyway, I can't enroll for next semester until I find out some other stuff. My luck, all the classes I need will be full.

*looks at essay outline* Maybe I can learn how to deal with stress.

*shrug* Back to dancing to music, pouting because I want to watch Discovery health and try to write a decent essay.

Hugs everyone!

Lookie at all the posts!

2005-04-14T22:36:00.000-07:00

Well, I feel so much better now. Even though my bestest online buddy, OB, thinks she is the world's worst blogger, I want her to know I had that title already. And see Bent, I can blog when the moment hits! :-) Now, my loyal fans, you will have something to read while I study my ass off for my big test next week.

I am sure I will have some more things to write about very soon! Forgive me finals week, I will be nuts during that time!!!!

Take care everyone and thanks for reading!

Hugs all around!

YAY

2005-04-14T22:28:00.000-07:00

If you read my wife's blog, you already know that I am getting an award from my favorite instructor in the world and friend, Mrs. N.

I am not the type to show much emotion or anything, but I am very flattered and proud. I really don't know how to react. I mean, this is a big deal. It says so much about the work I have put into school and also, Mrs. N. opinion of that work. I am excited!!

The award is one of only 3 awards for American Scholar of Excellence for my work in American Literature.

When I read the letter after class, in front of her and the others getting the award, I really didn't know how to act. I mean, it is a big enough shock to myself that I am even IN college, more or less getting an award for my work while I am there.

Mrs. N, if you are reading this...THANK YOU SO MUCH! It means more than you will ever know!!!

Ok.../end bragging.

A somewhat public outing...

2005-04-14T22:08:00.000-07:00

If you refer to the previous post....clicky, you will know about my recent offer at my car.

Of course, I could not keep this type of information to myself and had to talk to Mrs. N. about it, because she is so cool. Anyway, I get a chance to talk to her today and explain what has happened.

While doing so, a guy from class hears part of the conversation. So, he asks if I have a stalker, and I say no and give him the short version of what happened. His eyes get a little big, then he asks the question that us lesbians could get rich over if we got money every time we have heard it, the "can I watch" question. Now, at one point that would have made me a little upset, but now I just laugh. So, I tell him I wished I had a dollar for each time I have heard that. I continue to tell them about it and he says " since you brought it up, which way do you swing?" The smart ass in me wants to say..umm up and down? But, instead I answer with completely lesbian.

Mrs. N informs him of my blog, and says that he is in it. So, he asks her if I was who she was talking about when she told him after class he needs to watch his comments because there are gay people in the class. She says yes and I wave at him and he says wow, I would have never known. Those of you that have seen me know that I more than pass for straight. But, the upside to that is when you do come out, you make people think. You make them wonder what other girls or guys they know, and assume are straight, are actually gay.

To which I reply that I fly stealth under the gaydar and that most lesbians don't know I am unless I tell them.

And so is the curse of being a lipstick lesbian.

Mrs. N is quick to let him know that a big group of us going to pride this year and how she is looking forward to it because she supports gay rights. And to my surprise this guy says how he is for gay rights. He says that it doesn't matter who you love as long as you are happy. :-O

While I am talking to him, another guy walks up and now he knows I am a lesbian too.

And I wonder why my wife thinks I am a big ol flag waver! Ok, ok, I admit I have no problem telling people that I am gay. I believe that people need to be aware that we are around them and that we are not that different from them.

Although, Mrs. N. said she was glad that I enlightened him, because he needed it and she liked the way I did it.

Now, all I need to do is lead a pride parade!!! :-)

ATTENTION: IT IS LESBIAN HUNTING SEASON!

2005-04-14T21:45:00.000-07:00

So all the hetros, make sure you wear your orange vests so you will not be mistaken for a lesbian! (side note, orange vest are worn when you live in an area that hunters frequent to keep from being mistaken for what they are hunting for and getting shot at)

Now, you may be asking what does this all mean? Well, it is the only explanation I have for what happened to me earlier this week.

After a long day of classes, I go to my car that is parked in the college parking lot. As I sit, I notice a note card under my wiper blades. So, I retrieve the card and this is what it says:

My girlfriend is interested in girl/girl
she is very open and curious.
would be her first time.
name removed to protect someone@ yahoo
if interested. No strings
No pressure!
will send pics.

Now, there are many things going through my mind. First of all, what happened to the good old days of trying to pick up someone at the local gay bar? or even the internet through personal ads? I mean, a note card on your car??? WTH?

Then, I wonder if I should be flattered. I mean, after all, they are wanting some girl and they have chosen me...and when I think of it that way...it is like they are lesbian shopping. Well, what about this one, honey? She looks nice and friendly.

But this also means that one of the two knows my schedule..and knows it well. They also know who I am and what car I drive. Which gives me the creeps because that means they have been watching me! *ack*

And also, what do I do? Do, I email and say thanks but no thanks? Do I mess with them and give a long list of fetishes that I would like her to be open to do, because of course I look for that with all the women I am showing the ways of lesbianism? Do I ask for a pic just for the hell of it? Do I really want to mess with the people that are watching me to know when to approach my car??

What do you do? I honestly think this has to be the strangest way to try to find someone to fulfill your curiosity. If you have a better story, please let me know!!

So, everyday that I am at that campus, I am looking at everyone, wondering if that is the person that left the note. I wonder which one figured I was the pick of the lesbians? Was it him or her? And how did this conversation take place to decide to leave a note for me?

So, of course I bring it home and show my loving wife and I also tell Mrs. N. about it. Both of them are shocked and find it funny, but a little creepy.

I just now found the profile and I DON'T KNOW THE PERSON IN THE PIC!!!! I don't think he is in any of my classes that I can recall. Ok, this is getting creepier by the minute!!!

Any advice will be appreciated!

Christian Therapy?

2005-04-14T21:31:00.000-07:00

To continue my stories of woe with this semester, I bring you, my psych instructor. Now, as some people may know, psychology is one of my favorite things and I had been looking forward to this class for awhile. I would love to do psych nursing someday. Anyway..back to the story....

So, my psych instructor has been somewhat cool this semester. I do not agree with his rule of "if you miss more than 3 days in a semester, you get 10 points taken off for every day", but all in all, he has been ok...

Till we got to couples counseling.

He is talking about how couples counseling focuses on the problem is the responsibility of the couple and the problem lies between the man and woman. For the record, had he stopped there, it would not have bothered me. It is assumed that all people are straight until proven otherwise, so I was ok with that. Then he says, or the man and the man, but we won't go there. Now, I raise my eyebrow and the rest of the class just overlooks the remark or giggles at him saying that. He says well, in my work, I would not be dealing with that.

Forever the curious type, I approach after class and ask him if he still does counseling.

He tells me he does. So, I say but you do not do same sex couples counseling? And he is quick to reply; "NO, I don't believe in it. I do CHRISTIAN counseling", as I stand there with my pride necklace on. I reply ohhh, I seeeee. He informs me that he provides it for the church he is a pastor at. :-O

I would love to say that I respect his opinion, but I can't. This had ruined this class for me!! Granted, I don't think he has a clue that I am gay or anything...but still, I find it hard to go in there 3 days a week and listen to him..because in my mind, I have lost respect.

*sigh*

Why this semester is killing me...

2005-04-14T21:05:00.000-07:00

I know that every gay person has at least one story about some stupid person that thinks they are the expert in what "those gays" think and how you sit in horror wondering how they can come up with such things. Here is mine....

The other day in Computer class, some smart guy decides to talk about Humanities class. Granted, most of the time there are no conversations going on in this class. We all sit, nice and quiet, at our computers and try our very best to get all of our assignments in and get the hell out of there. But today, this guy decides to get a conversation started.

And it had to be about gay people.

Not just any gay person though..the Greek gay people. So, out of nowhere he informs the class that " All the people in Greece were gay" (um..hey genius, how did they have Greek people if they were all gay? There would be no reproduction and therefore no Greek people). So, this other guy pipes up and says "that's true! they all were." (wow, we have two smart ones here) Now, the instructor is not saying anything. So, this lady, and I use the word loosely here, says "well they believed it was ok to love everyone" (is that a bad thing?) "you know that is what those gays believe, they believe that loving everyone is ok, they think everything is ok" (um love is not bad, but I think lots of things are not ok...like killing people and stealing and..well you know where I am going with this). Then she proceeds to inform the class that "there are no virgins in the gays either".

So, now I am pissed. Not only are these people openly gay bashing, but the instructor is allowing it!!! All she said was is how she could not teach Humanities because she can not remember all that stuff. No, hey guys, this is computer class, get to work..nothing.

Now, I have a few options at this point. I can stand up with my fist in the air and go on and on about how stupid they are and liberate myself and my fellow "gays".

I can keep quiet and just do my work.

So, since I was so upset, I sat there for a few minutes. The more I thought about it, the madder I got. To the point, I was shaking.

I decided to take my own approach. I raised my hand and called my instructor over. I looked at her and asked to leave. She looks, with a little concern, and asks if the conversation upset me. To which I replied, in an appearance of a hushed voice, but loud enough to be heard that "As a lesbian, I am offended. What right does any one have to judge me and that is what they were doing. And even though I am offended, I choose to keep my opinion to myself because I refuse to turn her classroom into my soap box. And how bold of people to assume that everyone in the room is straight. That no one knows what I think or feel. And even after over 4 years of being out, it still shocks me the stupidity of other people when it comes to something they know nothing about". At this point, the instructor begins to apologize and say how she has gay friends and she wasn't sure what to say. Should she let the conversation die down or should she tell them to get to work. She said she wasn't sure what to do. So, I point out to her that I have instructors that would stop the conversation and do not allowing bashing in her class. While we were talking, the lady that was being a big mouth leaves the classroom.

Now, I just want to say..what is with people and the "I have gay friends"? I don't give a shit what friends you have!! What good are you doing those friends and the gay people in your class when you openly allowing bashing?? Do you honestly think it makes things all better to tell me you are friends with gay people? I am not looking for approval, I am looking for someone to take control of a class room that is allowed to bash people and get away with it!

/end rant for now

Today's episode of Dumbass..we welcome Lesbianca

2005-04-14T20:38:00.000-07:00

*applause from crowd*

Today, we welcome Lesbianca! *crowd goes wild*

Announcer (which is also me, haven't taken my pills today): Welcome Lesbianca!

*Lesbianca bows*

Announcer: You say here that you are a good person to have on Dumbass because you are the female version of Tim the Toolman Taylor (sorry if that show is before your time..watch the reruns). So, Lesbianca, what makes you think that?

Me: Um..because my wife said I am.

Announcer: Ok...and she says that why?

Me: Because, everytime I do home repair, I injure myself.

Announcer: Ok..tell us about your latest home repair injury.

Me: Ok..it went like this......We had one of those shelves that sit on top of the toilet. It was not working so well, because every time we had to work on the toilet, we had to move it. It was getting to be a pain in the ass. So, I thought it would be better if we had one that attached to the wall. That way, we would not be stuck moving it or taking it apart to fix the toilet. Well, while shopping, I also found a toilet paper roll holder that matched, and since our other one was broke...it made sense to get a new one. So, I buy the stuff and take it home. Putting together the new shelf was easy and taking down the old one wasn't that bad. So, all in all, it was going well.

Then, it was time to replace the toilet paper roll holder. Now, you would think it would be easy, since one side already fell off on its own. The old one was metal and really really old. So, I just had to remove one side. After 30 minutes of turning and twisting and pulling, the thing would not budge at all. So, what option is left? Force of course! So..*rubbing hands together*, I get myself planted well, grab with both hands, and pull with every bit of body weight I have. And, guess what?! Force did work! And with that full force, I came up and hit myself squarely in the nose.

As we all know, it take a couple of mins for pain to truly register when you hurt yourself in certain places. I now know that the nose is one of those places. I had enough time to think, before the pain set in, that if my nose is broken, I am really going to be pissed.

Now, the pain has registered...and the tears are flowing and I am bleeding. I am more mad that I am a dumbass than the fact that I hurt my nose.

Good thing for me is that I hit the squishy part (yes, that is the medical term for it) and did not break anything. Although, I have a nice little cut on my nose for my efforts. Oh yeah, blowing my nose isn't so great either. But that new toilet paper roll holder is firmly in place!

Announcer: Well, we all know now why you were featured on Dumbass...contact us again with your next stupid move! Thank you for coming.

Me: Thanks for having me! *waves to crowd and runs into Camera 1*

How to train a male cashier

2005-04-14T19:59:00.000-07:00

Ok, so as we all know, there are certain unspoken rules when it comes to shopping. These rules have never been written or spoken of..they.just.are. When you pass a lady in the feminine hygiene isle, you do not speak of what you buy..they are the things we must not speak of. (ok ok, so I watched The Village..shoot me) Anywho, you do not strike up a conversation with the lady beside you about which tampon is the best, you do not ask her how her day is if she is buying itch cream...ya just don't.

With that being said, when the time comes to buy said objects and panties..because, well because...you always look for a female checker. Now...it is time to set the scene...

Our dog Scruffy was in "season", which is a polite way of saying she is having "that time of the month" or in her case "that time of the year". Anyway, we had bought her some dog panties. Now, our little angel had figured out how to remove said panties, so we had to get creative. So, my loving wife suggests that we buy her a onesie to put over the panties..that way they will stay on. So, I am all for any way to make this process easier and decide to go to the store. Also, apparently we have misplaced the pads that go in the panties and have resorted to using panty liners (sorry, not posting a link for those) and now we are out of them also.

So, off to the store I go. While I am there, I am picking up stuff along the way. So, it is time to check out and I have a onesie, panty liners, tea, a can opener, kid socks and I think sugar. There is only 2 isles, a younger guy and an older woman...Whose line do you think I am going towards? Yep, the woman..when the guy says; "hey, I can get you over here". Now, this guy couldn't have been a day over 18, but he was smart enough to read my expression of not wanting him to check me out. You would think that would be enough for him to keep his mouth shut and just ring me up and let me leave in peace. Sadly, it does not go that easy.

Him: You didn't want to come over here, huh?

Me: Ah, its ok.

Him: *running the panty liners (which btw where the $1.00 special) across scanner* Hey, did you see the other ones over there? There is like 40 of em in a little package only about an inch thick!! That's like crazy"

Let me interject that he has broken a major rule here..the do not talk about female hygiene products rule.

Me: *raising eyebrow" Yeah, I saw them.

Him: Like, I don't know why they are that small, but you like get so many more in another package. Not sure if they are any good though. But they are supposed to be better.

Now, at this point, I realize I need to teach him a lesson.

Me: Yeah, I see your point. Actually, these are for my dog. You see, she is in heat and like bleeding everywhere. And, I ran out of the pads that go with the panty things that came with them. And she keeps getting out of the panties, so I had to buy the baby outfit so the panties will stay on. So, I figure since she didn't complain about these not working for her, they will be just fine. *smiles sweetly*

Him: *look of horror on his face* Yeah, um, I didn't need to know all that, but sure. *bags up stuff* Thank you, have a nice day and hope ya dog doesn't like bleed on the couch and stuff

Me: Well, that is what this stuff is for! See ya!

Too much info for him? Maybe. But, I bet he doesn't talk to another woman about panty liners again!

Warning....

2005-04-14T19:54:00.000-07:00

This is the first of many catch up posts. I know it has been forever since I have actually wrote something worth reading...aka. not a quiz or a promise to blog, but actual posts. I have lots to write about, so be prepared to read a lot.

Oh..well since this is after you have read everything else..um..thanks for reading. Of course, if you are the type that scrolls to the last post you read...and came across this one first..then the warning is for you.

Oh hell, I am just going to blog already! :D

Busy Busy

2005-04-13T10:42:00.000-07:00

Ok...so school is royally kicking my ass. I have some stuff to blog as soon as I can see over my hill of books and spend some time doing fun things.

Don't give up on me! I will have some new posts soon!!!

*hugs people*

Sorry for lack of blogging..

2005-03-12T14:04:00.000-08:00

I know it has been a while since I have blogged. I promise many good posts coming soon. School is out for Spring break, so I will have time to tell you all about my wonderful adventures!

Stay tuned....

I knew there was a reason I owned knee highs...

2005-02-17T18:13:00.000-08:00

You Are the Very Gay Velma!

She might not even realize it...
But Velma is all about Daphne ... not Fred!

What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?

I have always wondered what lesbian stereotype I am!

2005-02-11T17:41:00.001-08:00

You're a Lipstick Lesbian!

You're the one all the guys want and you like to
let them know they can't have you. You're quite
popular and you've got good hair. I hate you,
but OH how I love you. Let's dance together at
prom, you sexy bitch.

Which Lesbian Stereotype Are You?
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Things not to try when you have PMS

2005-01-28T20:55:00.000-08:00

*In Count von Count voice* 3 posts in 1 day..Count them..1..2 ..3 Posts in one day!! ha ha ha

Ok, I admit that I am not the easiest person to get along with one week out of the month. I have no problem admitting it..that is, AFTER the PMS is over. Now, during that one week, it is never my fault. NEVER!! Now that we have that out of the way..I will list some things I have learned this past week. (side note: Tread carefully with comments, the PMS is not over yet.)

So..here is my list of things I have learned not to try during PMS....

Do not attempt to quit smoking.
This task is hard enough without the stress of PMS with it. I went from 9:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. without smoking. During that time I did not like anyone or anything. Combine that with PMS, it is a miracle that I did not have to hide any bodies. At one point, I had L. begging me to smoke. So, I decided to attempt to "change my habits" by freezing my ass off and smoking outside. So far, it is working. But the longer the PMS lasts, the more I smoke. I think I am getting a cold.

Do not attempt to diet.
Again, something that is hard enough on its own. For some reason, during PMS, I feel this need to eat twice as much. The more sugar, the better for me and my mood. I want anything that is at least 70% sugar. I will eat sugar plain if that is the only thing available to me. This makes trying to diet very, very hard. Combine that with #1, and well, lets just say it is better to stay the hell out of my way and if you happen to run into me, you better be holding chocolate or cigarettes.

Baking a birthday cake for a kid.
Ok, I get this urge to nest. I want everything to be perfect! And, please refer to #2 on the list. So, in an attempt to be a really cool mom, I made my little one a cake for her birthday. L. and I picked out this really neat cake that had pink icing with candy hearts and candy pieces in the cake itself. I figured a cake like that should not be put in just any old cake pan. So, I tore up the house looking for a bunt cake pan. I thought the little decoration and the fact that it is an odd shape would make it very cool. Little did I know that the designs do not show up when you use thick icing. Here is the end result.

Attempting to take care of sick family members.
Please refer to my loving wife's blog to see how it goes when I take care of them.

Going to all my classes.
It seems that every time I vow to make it to all my classes, fate laughs at me and says "yeah right". Between the kid's birthday, my cousin passing away unexpectedly and numbers 1 through 4, you can see where actually making it to all my classes was not going to happen this week. So, now I feel like a horrible student because I missed so much this week and plan on spending the weekend trying to get caught up. *sigh*

So, as you can see, these are not things to attempt while you have PMS. Now, if you will excuse me, I need a smoke, some chocolate and a shot of nighttime cold medicine.

MY NAME SAKE IS GONE!!!!

2005-01-28T18:53:00.000-08:00

AfterEllen.com - News Alert: Eden Riegel Leaving All My Children: "Actress Eden Riegel confirmed today on her official message board she is leaving the ABC daytime drama All My Children to pursue other roles. Riegel's last episode will air February 24.
Riegel, who has played Bianca for over four years, made history when her character came out on All My Children in 2000, becoming the first openly gay teenage lesbian on American daytime television. In 2003, she made history again when Bianca and girlfriend Lena (Olga Sosnovska) shared the first lesbian kiss on daytime television.
The character of Bianca is not expected to be re-cast, although that has not yet been officially confirmed. "

This is beyond sad!! What am I going to do??? *sniff sniff* If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have the name Lesbianca. Oh...what is the world coming to?? I will no longer have a reason to watch All My Children!!!!!!!!!!!

Lesbianca Theatre Presents...Ways to torture your life partner aka When good jokes go bad

2005-01-28T18:20:00.000-08:00

For your entertainment, Lesbianca theatre presents to you.."How to torture your life partner"

*opens book and clears throat"

L. and I have been together for over 4 years. There is an 11 year age difference between us. This is something that has been an on-going joke since we got together. L. would ask me "where have you been all my life" to which I would reply "playing Barbies". The joke has taken many forms. Such as her talking about something that happened in the early 80s and asking me if I remember...for me to add it up in my head and say "no, I was 5 at that time". She would groan and laugh. Make some comment about robbing the cradle and we would go on with life. Now, I have made adjustments. I listen to the 80s with her and even know some of the words now. Even if the songs bring back memories of me playing in the backyard..I go with it. This is just part of who we are. We really do not notice the age difference that much. Now, we have had times when it has snuck up on us, but all in all, it is not something that is on our minds daily, that is, till she has a birthday.

Now, I am not saying that she does not take birthdays well...*cough* *laugh* ok, so I can't even type it without laughing. She does not take aging well. AT ALL. So, I know to just stay out of her way around that time, try to be as understanding as possible, or get her drunk, whichever one works better.

So, the other day we were talking and she brought up her sister's upcoming birthday, made her add up all of her siblings ages and caused her to reflect on her birthday, which is months away. So this was, what I thought, a good time to bring up a conversation we had a long time ago. I said, well you do realize that the year you turn 40, I will be 29. We all know hidesight is 20/20 and looking back, this was not a good comment to make. She did proceed to freak out. Apparently, this was not a fact she wanted to face anytime soon. I was thinking I was doing her a favor. You know, making her aware before it snuck up on us. Also, I thought it was funny. She begins to start talking about robbing the cradle again and I decided to go for broke, to get it all out. I said well that also means when you are 50, I will be 39 and when you are 60...you see where I am going. Let me let you in on a little secret. If you are looking to make someone go into total meltdown mode and decide they are going to get on the internet and find you a new girlfriend, that is the way to do it. She told me that we are now broken up because I will end up leaving her in a few years anyway. That she will pick my new, younger girlfriend for me. She talked about how it is better this way instead of waiting till she is 70, and I am still young and I end up finding someone else anyway. She said; "I can see it now, you will put me in front of the computer and tell me you are going to work. Then, you will get in the car with the woman you are seeing and tell her it is ok, that L. is looking at a screensaver and thinking she is playing a computer game. It will keep her busy for hours. Or you will leave me in front of the tv and I will think you just work a lot."

I still giggle about it to this day. No, I am not single, but every once in awhile, she talks about shopping for me a younger girlfriend.

*closes book*

And that, my friends, is how to torture your life partner.

Funny = gay?

2005-01-21T17:19:00.000-08:00

Well, I am feeling a little better today. The only thing I have been doing for the past few days is go to class, sleep, pick up the kid and sleep some more. After being a bad bad student today by skipping class all together and staying in bed, I can honestly say I am feeling much much better.

Now, about the title of this post. I have mentioned before that I have a favorite instructor. Now, you can ask my wife about this. I have liked this woman since my first semester in school. Every semester I have her in a class, my wife hears about her. After hearing me go on and on about her, she got to meet her and it all came together. This woman is awesome. You can tell she is not there just for the paycheck, she actually loves her job. She likes to teach by taking people out of their comfort zone and opening their eyes to the world around them. She is the most open-minded person I have ever met and she leaves quite an impression on people. I could go on and on, but I think you get the picture. So..here comes the story of the title.

I was in class the other day and we were covering Walt Whitman. During the lecture, Mrs. N. talked about Whitman being openly gay when it was not popular to be out and how he was fired from a job because of it. Keep in mind that the class I am in is an upper sophomore level course. This means that the people in this class have a couple of semesters under their belt. So, during the lecture I hear, in a southern drawl, "so he was funny?". Now, without skipping a beat, Mrs. N. replies "no, he was not funny, actually he was quite serious". I mean, how can you not love this woman?

Which brings me to the title... How do people come up with this slang for gay people? We hear all kinds of slang, but where does it come from? Sure, us gay people have a witty sense of humor, we get that with our rainbow card..but we are funny? *insert the hand motion here, you know which one* Or fruity? Is it because our symbol is the rainbow and they think of skittles and that is a fruity flavor? Ok...maybe I need to get back on the cold medicine.

*leaving computer to hunt down the cold pills*

My only excuse is the cold medicine made me do it

2005-01-17T20:25:00.000-08:00

As I am sure you have noticed, I have added my puppies to my profile picture. Why? Because they are cuter than I am. I noticed during my winter break from school that I have developed a huge, if not unhealthy, attachment to my little furry family members. I am at the point that I miss them when I am gone, even if it is an hour for class. I talk to them all day and in the middle of the night. It is scary. But, they are my babies, and therefore, their pictures shall be on every website that will let me put them there! They make you smile and you know it.

Anyway, I am sick. Thanks to L feeling this need to share everything, including her sickness. So, here I am taking a script that the Doctor gave me when I had the flu. The way I look at it, if it was good enough for that, it will work for this. I can never take them for very long because of the side-effects. The label warns you not to stand up quickly, because you could pass out. I am starting to think that is a small price to pay compared to the upside of the other side-effects. With these pills, I am in la la land, have energy(although I do not sleep that much), and not hungry. This is better than any diet pill I have came across. Yes, I am taking the risk of falling out in a classroom full of people, but my jeans are getting baggy. Maybe I should take a hard look at my priorities. Although, L is not letting me go too long without eating. So, my diet plan is not working as well as it could be. But, I did make it to all my classes today. I feel like shit, but I have enough energy to drag my ass in there and pay attention, well as much as I can in la la land. Every once in awhile, I stop and look at the pretty colors. I haven't had anyone stare at me with the look of "what is wrong with that woman", so I think I am faking having it together quite well. I haven't been able to read anything for more than 5 minutes..but...oh..what is that on the t.v.? Oh wait, I am writing. Oh yeah, I can't stay focused very well, but I am there in body, which in my book makes it a good day. My goal this semester is to actually show up for class. Unlike last semester, when I just wanted to show up to the class of my favorite instructor. I will do my ode to Mrs. N. sometime. She is one awesome woman. But, that is a post all its own.

So, one of my fans suggested posting about my experience as a mom. I always have funny stories that I forget till she reminds me of something I have told her..so here it goes...

As my family knows, I am not to be trusted around candy. It is like my own personal addiction. Candy and donuts. Now, if I am to continue to be able to wear the clothes that I own, I must be kept away from those two things. So, after getting into the child's Halloween pumpkin one too many times, I requested that it be hidden from me. I am going to assume that it was hidden in her bedroom. Well, with candy out of sight and out of mind, things went smooth for a few months. So, the other day I was in the bathroom, getting ready to go somewhere and the little one approaches me with an offering of candy. Please refer to the beginning of this paragraph. So, I politely decline and say, "it is your candy, keep it". She tells me no, I want to share it with you. So, here we are, her offering me chocolate and my addiction kicks in. I try though. I say no again. She says please, for me? Now, who can resist that? So, I take it and pop it in my mouth. She asks if it is good and I tell her yes and thank you. So, off she skips to the other room. From where I am, eating my candy, I hear the following conversation.

Little one: L, would you like some candy? (keep in mind that L does not share above mentioned addiction and is not as easily influenced as I am when it comes to chocolate)

L: No thank you honey, you keep it.

Little one: Please L? I want to share it with you.

L :No thank you, it is your candy.

Little one: Please???? Mom ate some.

Keep in mind, I am still chewing on said piece of candy, and smiling at this cute conversation...thinking that L will be weak like I was and just take it.

L : Where did you get it?

Little one: From the closet.

Now, this is where it kicks in for me. I am eating candy...from the closet. Now, I am not sure if this candy was in a box..or just lying there in the open space for months. Who knows??

L: Well, honey, you should not eat candy from the closet.

Little one: Well, mom ate it.

So, this is where I run into the room and at least make sure it was in the box before she gave it to me. To this day I am not sure if it was. The little one said it was, but I am not sure I really believe her. So, for those of you reading, never take candy without asking where it came from first.

Well, since my time of focusing on something is up and I am out of things to write about. I hope to get well soon so I can blog daily. Well, it could be more than once at day. Who knows? Oh...look at the pretty colors............

in Captain Kirk voice Blog date...ah, I never watched Star Trek anyway

2005-01-13T18:28:00.000-08:00

So, one of my fellow bloggers said to start writing and something will escape..if you blog it, they will read perhaps? Ah, who knows.

Ok..I was thinking this morning about something to blog..because my two fans wait on their daily reading. So...what came to mind, as I spent my usual two hours getting ready this morning, is this, when has casual been taken too far? Don't get me wrong..I am all for women being natural and all. I don't live by it, but hey, if that is what you like.

As a full-time college student, I know how tired you get and some days, it takes all you have to drag your ass to class. Hell, I have even showed up with the sweatshirt, jeans and hair in a ponytail. So, trust me, I understand. But...there should be a boundary as to what is just comfortable and what should be left at home.

Let me fill you in on the college I attend. I am going to a 2-yr. college, that offers programs along with degrees. Safe bet for me, because that means that there are more adults going and I won't be stuck with all these kids that have just graduated and have no clue what life is about. So, there is the background of the college.

So, I was thinking this morning that the instructors take the time in the morning to look nice. The women in nice slacks or skirts, men in dress pants and nice shirt. Sure, they get casual Friday, and they get to wear jeans. But, they still look nice. Now, I think, as a student, the least I can do is make an effort to look nice also. Apparently, I am one the few that think this way. Granted, I live my life under the school of thought of "fashion over comfort". Most people do not think that way and that is cool. But some articles of clothing should not see the light of day. Below, I will list some of these clothes.

The stretch pant: Not the spandex ones *cringes at thought*, I have not seen spandex, thank God. I am talking the ones that are cotton and come in all kinds of colors. The ones that come with a nice looking matching shirt or sweater..the nice ones, I am ok with. I am talking about the ones that are not part of a matching set. These things have no place in a school setting..why? Because they distract from my learning environment. How can I learn anything with those running around. So, ok..ya have a nice pair sitting at home..and ya have a cute shirt that matches..by all means, wear them. But, make sure the shirt covers the ass area. Because, even J-Lo's ass does not look good in those. And, I should not be forced to have to see that every single say and wonder why the hell you could not find a shirt long enough to keep me from having to see it.

Bleached clothes: Again, have no place in school. Yes, I have my clothes that I wear to clean house and things of that nature. They have paint or bleach or some other cleaner spot on them. If you come to my house, and I am cleaning, then you will see them. But, I DO NOT wear them outside of the house. Hey, I can understand..your are cleaning, you run out of something, you run to the store, that makes sense. But, you have known for days that you have a class to go to. This is not something new. Is that the only thing you could find to wear that day? I mean...out of all the things you own, you choose the bleached out house-cleaning clothes?

T-shirts with holes in them: I mean, come on?? No other shirt was there to wear? NONE?

Those are the only ones I can think of, I am sure I will add more.

Ok, so before people start going off about how they do not have the money for new clothes, I want to make this clear. I am not saying buy something new, I am saying that I have seen these people in clothes that are not in the above mentioned list. I am talking about people just not caring enough to make an effort. Remember, I am a poor college student too. But, damn people! Is it that hard to make the effort in the morning?

If I can get a kid that is just as concerned with looking nice as I am to school, go to school and be a freakin Girl Scout leader, then you people can take the extra 5 minutes it takes to find something presentable to wear. That way I can come to class and learn, instead of saying wtf made them decide to wear that today??

*sigh* I am so glad I got that off my chest. This just really bugs me. I mean, where are the days of making a good impression?

Ok ok ok, end rant here.

To blog..Or not to blog..That is the question

2005-01-12T16:38:00.000-08:00

Ok..so this is my first attempt at a blog. What is a blog exactly? Shall we go into the many things that one can do as a blogger? Speaking of the word blogger, my English instructor was telling us that the word dot-commer was added to the dictionary. She said that since blogs are becoming so popular, she is sure that the word blog will be added soon. Just think..I can be frontier blogger and can tell my grandchildren one day that I was a blogger before Webster knew there was such a thing as bloggers, and they will gasp at the thought and go tell all their friends about their grandma and they will be so cool because their grandma is special...*sigh* ok..back to reality..they will ask for money or candy, wipe my drool if I am lucky and run away. But it doesn't hurt to hope, does it? While I am at it..I looked it up, dictonary.com has the word blogger..but Webster doesn't. One of those strange things I thought I would share. Another strange thing is that blogspot's spell checker does not have the word blog in it....ok, I really must move on.

While I am on the topic of getting older, my age is really catching up with me. I catch myself doing and thinking things that make me snap back to reality of the aging process. Take for example the other day, I was sitting in the parking lot..waiting for my niece to get done with soccer practice. Of course, this is the perfect opportunity to people watch. So, I am watching the kids play and thinking happy thoughts of how much fun they are having and how nice it is to be young. So, I am watching these kids and I see one go to a car, the parking lot beside the one I am in. I am thinking, must be her parents car and she is putting her stuff in there. But, then I notice that she has the keys, and is getting in..*gasp* the drivers seat. And I think..she is too young to drive..where are her parents?!?! Then, it dawns on me..she is old enough. I am at that age..the age where kids are actually teenagers and I am getting old.

If that story isn't bad enough, I must tell you about my packing for New Years. So, every year, my beautiful wife, or girlfriend, or domestic partner (which means we are domesticated...we potty indoors and cook our food on a stove), significant other (as opposed to an other that is not significant) or spouse, do you see where I am going?..oh yeah, New Years. Anyway, L and I always go to our best friend's house to celebrate New Years. So, I am packing the usual stuff, clothes for overnight, my make-up, just in case we go out to eat the next morning, smokes, our stuff to drink, the usual. So, as I am packing, I ask L if I need to pack..are you ready for this?....our tummy pills and energy pills. Now, if that does not say getting old, I don't know what does. How many young people do you know that have to pack something to keep them awake to party and also something to protect their stomach because it just doesn't handle alcohol that well anymore? It was a sad sad day.

Well, this is my first week back to school. And, my ass is a block away..can someone go get it and bring it to me? I am hoping for a good semester. I am thinking that this one will be better because I am interested in almost all my classes. I am supposed to be reading my computer assignment for tomorrow. I realized that I wanted to put this off for bedtime reading when I read the first heading of the section. It is titled "what is a computer?" *raising eyebrow* I could be totally wrong about this but, I think I have figured that out already. It is not like I am sitting here wondering why the paper isn't coming out as I type. I mean really, does anyone ask that question anymore? I just wonder if they have had a student come in and say, "I am supposed to be in a computer class...what is a computer exactly?" So, yeah...sounds like bedtime reading to me.

Well, maybe this would be a good time to end this first ramble. I know that I will have plenty to post...after all, I see people everyday that would make really good rants.. I think I have my next one already. Wanna know what it is? Naw..I should make you wait. Ok..here is a hint..when did stretch pants come back in style?