Sunday, February 24, 2008

unexpected Saturday

A quiet Saturday.
Joey away in Puerto Rico.
Clean the kitchen.
Pet the cat.
Watch an "old" movie from 1983.
Phone call.
Step-brother not taking his grandmother to a concert, step-mom too tired to go.
Dad and I picked up the step-kid's grandmother and took her to a grand old refurbished theatre.
And we saw...
Gordon Lightfoot, 70.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

perfect tattoo

Organ Donor

The only question is where to put it.
I mean, one never knows how one will die.
And that's the time you want it to be seen.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Illegal love

Saint Valentine was a martyred, according to legend, for marrying Romans in secret.
Emperor Claudius II outlawed marriage because he saw love and family as the primary reason that men would not come to soldier for him
Valentine defied the emperor and conducted ceremonies in secret around 270 A.D.
For espousing love and togetherness, he was clubbed and beheaded.

Perfect set-up for talking about gay marriage and the amendment on the ballot in Florida that could destroy any chance of civil unions being allowed in Florida which will also spell trouble for any unmarried couple.

In the name of righteousness, priests and preachers are exhorting parishioners to vote for oppression, to quash civil liberties, to sneer at their fellow humans and say, "I am better than you. You are not worthy of the rights, privileges and responsibilities that I am worthy of."

They really don't realize what they are doing. All the really know, and all they care to know is it makes them feel so very good about themselves. There is no question, "Could I be wrong?"
People who are brain-washed do not question what they have been told.

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
Aristotle - Greek critic, philosopher, physicist, & zoologist (384 BC - 322 BC)

What's next? Barring gay men, lesbians, transgender people, transexual people, bisexual and all others who are not just exactly heterosexual from restaurants, making them live in ghettoes, marking their stores and business with pink triangles, relocating them to camps with showers and ovens?

Oh yes. It can happen here when people, who think they are good people, don't think
and when people who could and should say something, don't.

It's not just about two people making a commitment to each other...
but I have to ask you, what's wrong with that?

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Monday, February 11, 2008

Keep the dog, lose the bitch.

Joey came home tonight and told me that her ex-boss, the one for whom we were dog-sitting this weekend, got married while he was away.

I'd met the bride several months ago and felt an instant "icky" feeling. I could tell she was haughty and self-important. And I had a sense that she was stingy/greedy.

Joey then told me that they wanted to give us her ex-boss' older dog.
I took a breathe.

I like the dog. He's cute as can be. But we have four cats already.

She told me that the bride said she has a four-year-old child and can't be bothered cleaning up after a dog that's becoming incontinent.


I would never ask any one I was involved with to get rid of their pet, no matter what it's physical condition -- unless it was obviously suffering.
If anyone ever asked me to choose between them and a pet, I would choose the pet.

I looked at Joey. If it's a choice between us or the pound, let it be us.
"Does he come with a trust fund?," I asked, pointing to the cats around us.
"That's the only way we COULD take him," Joey agreed.

"He doesn't want to get rid of the dog," she said.
"I know... but men can do some pretty stupid things sometimes...."

Saturday, February 09, 2008

The true story of the last time I was drunk

It must have been at least three years ago now.
I'd had a heartbreak when a gal I was gaga for broke up with me.
As I started to recover, my friends decided to try and hook me up.
Cristy took me to the Byrd Cage and her mom was coming a little later with friends.
Cristy bought me a drink. That was really all it took. I can't drink. It goes straight to my head. She had bought me a pretty little drink. I don't remember know what it was called or even what was in it besides two kinds of fruit juice and a white liquor like rum or maybe Vodka.
I was too interested in the woman they brought me but being lit did make me much less shy.
Cristy hopped out to the dance floor. I might have gone out to, but I couldn't feel my knees.
The evening was a fiasco. The woman was very nice but she must have thought I was an alcoholic. (Really, I'm more aptly described as the anti-alcoholic. Most alcohol gives me an instantaneous headache.)
It was late, about 1 a.m. and Cristy decided it was time to drag me out of the place.
We stepped outside and it was pouring. Big fat raindrops. "Monsooning," Cristy called it. The parking lot was several inches deep in rainwater.
I told Cristy we should wait. Cristy was impatient and she insisted that we go.
We splashed through the parking lot, Cristy in her dainty high heels.
We reached the car and I saw a sheet of rain coming towards us. I could see it because behind it was the absence of light-reflecting raindrops.
We were about to get in and I looked across the car at Cristy, "We should have waited."
Cristy yelled at me, "FOR WHAT, JEAN?!"
The end of the front reached the hood of her Chrysler 300.
"For this," I answered.
And suddenly, there was no rain.

I didn't connect with the earthy blonde that night, but Cristy likes to tell the rain story.