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{February 2, 2014}   Not in my Bed

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Good God… I’m never getting laid again. Not in my lair anyway. My bed has clearly been taken over by much hair-ier creatures. I too must sleep curled up in a tiny ball to keep from being pushed onto the floor.
This must be what it’s like to have children.

P.S.
Don’t go getting all offended by the above content. I’m just saying what we’ve all thought at one time or another.



{January 29, 2014}   He Owns Me
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I wonder what would happen if my pager went off right now??? Haha.

Harley’s second day home and he owns me. Or at least he thinks he does. I’ve found him to be very possessive of me, he doesn’t want anyone coming near me and it’s all I can do to hold him back so someone can enter my house. I got me a real guard dog!
He slept in my bed with me last night and I learned that he is a big bed hog. He pushes me to the edge of the bed, lays across the bed and partially on top of me. He’s such a sweet boy. All he wants is to be with me or on me at all times.
Yep, he definitely owns me!



{January 27, 2014}   Welcome Home Harley!

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This is Harley. I rescued him from a shelter this morning. He’s such a sweet, loving dog… unless he’s never met you before. He’s a Boxer/Greyhound. In his former home poor Harley was abused and neglected, he’s still very underweight. He does not like men or loud people. I think we’re a match made in Heaven 🙂
I’m looking forward to our life together from today forward. There’s nothing as rewarding as rescuing an animal 🙂



{January 8, 2014}   Simply Love

There’s a fierceness
In her eyes.
It scares me,
Intimidates me, ultimately
It makes me
High.

There’s a fire
In her touch.
It burns me,
Hurts me, like
An arsonist I
Can’t get enough.

She pushes me down,
Then lifts me up.
She pushes me around,
All in the name of love.
I want to walk away,
She pulls me right back.
I convince myself no more, no way,
But I’ve found myself on a one-way track.

There’s a tenderness
In her embrace.
It warms me,
Comforts me, our
Love is hereby
God’s Dear Grace.



{January 3, 2014}   Talking to the Walls



{January 2, 2014}   Glitter in the Air



{December 23, 2013}   Namesake

Today my Grammy, and my namesake, would have been ninety-one years old. However for the last five (almost six) years she has been celebrating eternal youth with my Grampa in Heaven. So here’s my message to my Grammy:

Happy Birthday, Grammy. Even though I miss you every day I know you and Grampa are happy, forever healthy and forever young in Heaven. I know you want me to take my time but I honestly can’t wait to see you again. And when we do meet again we will have some epic game tournaments, all of our favorites: Scrabble, Cribbage, Skip-Bo, Pokeno, etc. We’ll get the whole family together and maybe I can finally talk you into playing a game of Monopoly! Until then I always have you with me. I know you don’t really approve of tattoos but I have two Guardian Angels on my shoulders: you and Grampa. Give him a hug for me. I love you. Happy Birthday.

“There’s holes in the floor of Heaven and she’s watching over you and me…” ~Collin Rate, Holes in the Floor of Heaven

Grammy: 12/22/1922 – 01/20/2008



{December 3, 2013}   Homo-WHAT?

homophobia“Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I’m changing it to ‘God Hates Baguettes.’ It’s tough to disagree with that. Everybody hates baguettes.”  -John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

“You could move.’ —“Dear Abby” responds to a reader who complained that a gay couple was moving in across the street and wanted to know what he could do to improve the quality of the neighborhood.” -Abigail Van Buren

“Remember, Jesus would rather constantly shame gays than let orphans have a family.”- Stephen Colbert

“What would my first sergeant do if he came across me and another girl getting it on? He’d want pictures. He’d want to join in. He’d want me and this other girl to double-team him right then and there. On the other hand, since most heterosexual men are homophobic and sexist, most straight guys figure gay men will treat them the way they themselves treat women- that is, like sex objects. And this freaks them the fuck out.” -Kayla Williams, Love My Rifle More Than You: Young and Female in the U.S. Army

“Well Democrat or Republican, gay, straight, transgendered or bi, we are all united by our love and respect of delicious, flavored vodkas.” -Wanda Sykes

“My lesbianism is an act of Christian charity. All those women out there praying for a man, and I’m giving them my share.” –LGBT News Facebook Post

“I dream of a day, when I am treated like a human being and not hated for loving someone.” LGBT News Facebook Post

“How many homophobes does it take to change a light bulb? None. They fear change- even if it means making the world a brighter place.” –Themetapicture.com

“Homophobia is like racism and anti-Semitism and other forms of bigotry in that it seeks to dehumanize a large group of people, to deny their humanity, their dignity and personhood. This sets the stage for further repression and violence that spread all too easily to victimize the next minority group.” -Coretta Scott King

“The sad truth about bigotry is that most bigots either don’t realize that they are bigots, or they convince themselves that their bigotry is perfectly justified.” -Wayne Gerard Trotman

“I’ve just concluded that for me personally it is important for me to go ahead  and affirm that I think same-sex couples should be able to get married.” -President of the United States of America, Barack Obama, May  9, 2012, in an interview with Robin Roberts of ABC News. ( I know his views have wavered drastically when it comes to legalizing gay marriage. His opinions on the matter seem to differ depending on his audience or what benefits him at the time, such as during election and reelection times.)

 

 

 



{November 23, 2013}   Holidays Are Approaching!

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We’ve seen some snow here in New England- I woke up to a clean, crisp, white coating this morning. It’s a reminder that the Holidays are quickly approaching. Thursday is Thanksgiving already! I’m not a big fan of Thanksgiving. I’m not a big eater and poultry just isn’t for me. However there are only three days out of the year, Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas, when we have the whole family- brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces, aunts and uncles- all under the same roof at the same time. There’s laughing, of course there’s arguing but best of all… there’s family. So I smile, eat some peas, squash and bread and patiently wait for desert 🙂

I’ve already been listening to Christmas music. My shower playlist- Christmas music. Radio in my car- Christmas music. Radio in my Ambulance- Christmas music. And once I get my Christmas bonus- Christmas music while Christmas shopping!

My all-time favorite Christmas song is The Little Drummer Boy by the Trans Siberian Orchestra:

And a little more new-age is Tiny Tree Christmas by Guster:



{November 3, 2013}   Remembering High School Hell

While sitting at the coffee shop late last night, doing my crossword puzzle, I kept getting distracted by giggles coming from the corner of the shop. The high-pitch giggling was coming from three teenage girls who seemed to be watching videos on one of those outrageously expensive iPhones. I couldn’t help but notice how much it looked like myself sitting there with a few friends in my High School Hell days. The three girls were all considered obese (much like myself and the friends I kept), they hid in a corner of the room (just like me and my friends did) and every time a good looking boy walked in to get a coffee they went all googly-eyed and giggly (just like we used to).

I really got to thinking about my teen years on my drive home. Not so much reminiscing, as I wouldn’t say my high school days were enjoyable, but more like remembering the hell I went through and dealt with on a daily basis. Much of the hell in my own mind. My thoughts came to rest on how I so badly wanted a boyfriend when I was with my friends, but how I was so head-over-heels in love with, 1. My Middle School Principal, 2. My Social Studies teacher, 3. My Algebra teacher and 4. My Algebra II teacher, who were all women. Of course I kept my fantasies to myself. I guess I’ve always known I’m a lesbian but I denied it for many years because it’s just not acceptable around here. I think I wanted a boyfriend so bad for a few reasons: 1. Maybe people would overlook how fat I was because I must be worth something- I have a boyfriend, 2. If I had a boyfriend then I had to love him, so I wouldn’t be so obsessed with my female teachers. Maybe I’d finally be normal? 3. Maybe I wouldn’t be such a social outcast anymore, because like the ‘popular’ girls, I’d also have a boyfriend- therefore I’d finally have something in common with the popular crowd other than my excellent grades.

Needless to say, boyfriend or no boyfriend, I never got “into guys”, though God knows I tried and I’m glad I didn’t. Women are pretty amazing. Looking back to those days makes me realize that I had to go through high school hell to find myself. I’m really glad I went through it back then because I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to be going through it in my mid-twenties.



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