Height: 4'11
Build: Yes, just kidding, Athletic
Eyes: Brown/green
Hair: Dark brown
Hobbies: Reading Running and Baking
Favorite TV Show: CSI, Law and Order SVU and CI and The Daily Show!
Favorite movie: Before Sunset
Favorite teenage book: Brave New World
Favorite story: Paradise Lost
Favorite poet: Shakespeare
Favorite artist: Georgia O'Keefe and Salvador Dali
Favorite saying: Tomorrow the sun will rise
Place I want to visit: France, Italy and Ireland
Vacation spot: Disney (I have never been)
Favorite actor: Nicholas Cage
Scariest movie I have ever seen: Silence of the Lambs
Favorite vegetable: Broccoli
Favorite drink: Diet Pepsi, Kendall Jackson Vintage Reserve Chardonnay
Favorite snack: Chips and queso
Favorite food: Chicken marsala
Food I make best: Chocolate ganache layer cake
Favorite place to sit and think: Horseneck beach
Future goal: To run a half marathon
Where you want to be next year: Massachusetts
Music I listen to: Sting and Evanessence
What I cant get in Texas: Good seafood and good chinese food
Favorite swear: F**k Off
Favorite perfume: Beautiful by Estee Lauder
Favorite piece of jewelery: Bracelet
Best present received: My Grandmother's diamond
Stupidest thing I have done: Pretend my car was broke down to get a date with a cute construction worker. Not getting my degree because I got married.
What I wanted to be when I grew up: A Cardiologist
What I am: Not a Cardiologist. Call Center manager
What I like most about my body: My legs
What I like least: My mid section
My personality: Quiet and serious
Thats me
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Can I be a Senator
Alcohol has been a topic of discussion between my friends lately. It seems that Mark Foley has also been having some of the same discussions. Apparently he is an alcoholic. His alcoholism has caused him to send instant messages and emails to a 16 year old Congressional Page. Alcohol has on occasion caused me to drunk dial an old lover and re-proclaim my feelings, but that about the extent of it. This morning it was also announced that Mr. Foley had been molested as a teenager by a clergyman. This abuse he claims has also contributed to his inappropriate behavior with a 16 year old boy.
I understand that alcohol and abuse can have detrimental effects on a person. I believe that physical, emotional, sexual and mental abuse can lead someone to drink to excess. My concern is that he has come out with an array of reasons why he did what he did. He has not yet come out and said that he did it and what he did was wrong. There is no responsibility. I truly don’t care if he has factors that contributed to his behavior. It does not excuse his actions. It does not make me feel bad for him and wish him well. It angers me.
I am also angry about the fact that he is not treated the same as everyone else. He could have been on Dateline's "To Catch a predator." If he was then he would have been arrested on the spot. The only thing he did not do was send naked pictures of his genitals to this boy and he had not yet set up a meeting. Although he asked for a meeting. When I grow up I would like to be a Senator so that all my transgressions can be overlooked. What it comes down to is that this 52 year old man was wrong. He was in every way wrong. This was not an adult. This was a 16 year old boy. He needs to answer for his actions and be held just as responsible as any other person in this same situation would be held.
I understand that alcohol and abuse can have detrimental effects on a person. I believe that physical, emotional, sexual and mental abuse can lead someone to drink to excess. My concern is that he has come out with an array of reasons why he did what he did. He has not yet come out and said that he did it and what he did was wrong. There is no responsibility. I truly don’t care if he has factors that contributed to his behavior. It does not excuse his actions. It does not make me feel bad for him and wish him well. It angers me.
I am also angry about the fact that he is not treated the same as everyone else. He could have been on Dateline's "To Catch a predator." If he was then he would have been arrested on the spot. The only thing he did not do was send naked pictures of his genitals to this boy and he had not yet set up a meeting. Although he asked for a meeting. When I grow up I would like to be a Senator so that all my transgressions can be overlooked. What it comes down to is that this 52 year old man was wrong. He was in every way wrong. This was not an adult. This was a 16 year old boy. He needs to answer for his actions and be held just as responsible as any other person in this same situation would be held.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Birthday
My oldest daughter turns 13 tomorrow. I thought I would compile a wish list for her. These are things I hope she accomplihes in her life as well as things I hopes she avoids. 13 is only the beginning of some very tough years. She is very smart and very pretty. She is artistic and moody and likes rock music. I hope that the next few years are fun for her. I hope she makes it through her teenage years with as little pain as possible.
1)Graduate - This should be a given for her but I felt the need to put it out there.
2)Go to college - I am big on education and life long learning.
3)Live on your own - Find out who you are and what you believe.
4)Support yourself - Realizing that you can survive alone is a powerful thing
5)Find a friend - Have one person in life that knows you like no other.
6)Experience passion - Mental, physical, and emotional. Find what excites you and makes you feel alive.
7)Challenge yourself - Never settle and say "its good enough." Push your limit.
8)Be yourself - Dont let others decide who you are. Remember your beliefs.
9)Be strong - Physically, mentally and emotionally. You will be tested
10)Avoid drugs - Life is just hard and this just makes it harder
11)Love - Experience love in all forms. Be open to the oppurtunity to love
12)Validate those in your life - Remember to thank those who love and support you
13)Question authority - Power is not always righteous
14)Walk away - Know when something just wont work, is over or is bad for you.
15)Value yourself - Know that you are wonderful because you are.
16)Read - See the world through others. Relax and enjoy yourself.
17)Do something just for you - This will help keep you happy.
I am sure there are many more I can add. If you have a good one, add it.
To be less poetic I hope she does not marry until she knows herself. I am in my 30's and I think I finally know who I am and I think I just got to this point. I hope she finds the man that she loves completly and who loves her just as much. If she never finds this love, then I hope she never settles for less. I hope she never lets anyone beat or degrade her. I hope she has many experiences in life so she will know what makes her happy. I hope she travels and experiences other cultures and places. I hope no one in her high school class dies. This pain is great. I hope she finds one person who no matter what happens in life will be there for her. I hope she loves that person and realizes when she takes that person forgranted. I hope she knows how much her mother loves her and that no matter what, I am here.
1)Graduate - This should be a given for her but I felt the need to put it out there.
2)Go to college - I am big on education and life long learning.
3)Live on your own - Find out who you are and what you believe.
4)Support yourself - Realizing that you can survive alone is a powerful thing
5)Find a friend - Have one person in life that knows you like no other.
6)Experience passion - Mental, physical, and emotional. Find what excites you and makes you feel alive.
7)Challenge yourself - Never settle and say "its good enough." Push your limit.
8)Be yourself - Dont let others decide who you are. Remember your beliefs.
9)Be strong - Physically, mentally and emotionally. You will be tested
10)Avoid drugs - Life is just hard and this just makes it harder
11)Love - Experience love in all forms. Be open to the oppurtunity to love
12)Validate those in your life - Remember to thank those who love and support you
13)Question authority - Power is not always righteous
14)Walk away - Know when something just wont work, is over or is bad for you.
15)Value yourself - Know that you are wonderful because you are.
16)Read - See the world through others. Relax and enjoy yourself.
17)Do something just for you - This will help keep you happy.
I am sure there are many more I can add. If you have a good one, add it.
To be less poetic I hope she does not marry until she knows herself. I am in my 30's and I think I finally know who I am and I think I just got to this point. I hope she finds the man that she loves completly and who loves her just as much. If she never finds this love, then I hope she never settles for less. I hope she never lets anyone beat or degrade her. I hope she has many experiences in life so she will know what makes her happy. I hope she travels and experiences other cultures and places. I hope no one in her high school class dies. This pain is great. I hope she finds one person who no matter what happens in life will be there for her. I hope she loves that person and realizes when she takes that person forgranted. I hope she knows how much her mother loves her and that no matter what, I am here.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Angry
Recently I have seen a new side to myself. I am not 100% happy about this side. Last weekend I was, angry. Everyone right now is saying, "so what you were angry." Why make a big deal about being angry. Everyone gets angry. To be honest that really is not true for me. I am not an angry person. I don’t fly off the handle and become irate. I have angry friends. Look at the Piper and Veteran. These are angry men. I am more of a live and let live type of person. Very little affects me. In fact, there has only been one person in my entire life who has every angered me so much that I yelled obscenities at him.
For a while I thought something was wrong with me because I don’t get angry. People around me seemed angry over things I would talk about that really did not upset me, to the same degree they upset everyone else. I began to think that I did not care and that I was just going through the motions of living without feeling anything. This was not the case. In fact I found I really enjoy some things lately that I have tried. I began to realize that I am a pretty even tempered type of person and I am just very tolerant.
Well all that changed last weekend. For the first time in my life I threw something in anger. I picked up a cell phone, not mine, and I threw it down my hall. It hit the far wall and I picked it up and put it back on the bureau. I am not sure why after 30 something years in my life I got angry enough to throw something. I don’t know why and I don’t like it either. I go to the gym daily and I run and swim for an hour. I found that this helps me get rid of stress in my life. This is how I express myself. I don’t throw things in anger.
This has really bothered me. I am not obsessing and I will let it go. I am sure it wont happen again because of the fact that it bothered me. I just have to wonder why.
For a while I thought something was wrong with me because I don’t get angry. People around me seemed angry over things I would talk about that really did not upset me, to the same degree they upset everyone else. I began to think that I did not care and that I was just going through the motions of living without feeling anything. This was not the case. In fact I found I really enjoy some things lately that I have tried. I began to realize that I am a pretty even tempered type of person and I am just very tolerant.
Well all that changed last weekend. For the first time in my life I threw something in anger. I picked up a cell phone, not mine, and I threw it down my hall. It hit the far wall and I picked it up and put it back on the bureau. I am not sure why after 30 something years in my life I got angry enough to throw something. I don’t know why and I don’t like it either. I go to the gym daily and I run and swim for an hour. I found that this helps me get rid of stress in my life. This is how I express myself. I don’t throw things in anger.
This has really bothered me. I am not obsessing and I will let it go. I am sure it wont happen again because of the fact that it bothered me. I just have to wonder why.
Friendship
I have never been a good judge of character. This fact is reinforced in me each time I review the list of men I dated in my life. The list is not long but it is also not a who's who among the worlds greatest minds. I am very lucky for the good friends who I do have that can spot trouble a mile away. They are usually the ones who send up warning flares that this new person I am trying to befriend, is not the person I think they are. Some of my friends have even gone to extreme measures, like freezing me at a beach for hours, drilling into my head reasons why my new friend is not all that great. Iris Murdoch, a novelist, said, "There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship."
As I left work on Friday I thought of this saying and how much I missed those in my life who supply that kind of comfort. There are few people in life that we meet, that stay in your life. You meet people who are fun, for the moment. You meet those who help you realize a dream or a help you complete a task. You meet those who make you better than you were before you met them. You meet those who you think are great, only to realize that you have been mistaken. It is a rare moment when you find someone who "fits" with you. Yet this is the type of relationship that is taken for granted most often.
My main "problem" is that I believe that people's intentions are pure. I believe someone when they say that they want to get to know me. I believe the person who says that they like talking to me because I like current events, sports and politics. I don’t see the agenda they hold, when so many other people around me see it clearly. I invest myself and I open up, only to realize in the end that my friends around me were right all along.
Thanks to all of you for shouting loud enough so I could hear. Thanks to those who just said, "don’t do it."
As I left work on Friday I thought of this saying and how much I missed those in my life who supply that kind of comfort. There are few people in life that we meet, that stay in your life. You meet people who are fun, for the moment. You meet those who help you realize a dream or a help you complete a task. You meet those who make you better than you were before you met them. You meet those who you think are great, only to realize that you have been mistaken. It is a rare moment when you find someone who "fits" with you. Yet this is the type of relationship that is taken for granted most often.
My main "problem" is that I believe that people's intentions are pure. I believe someone when they say that they want to get to know me. I believe the person who says that they like talking to me because I like current events, sports and politics. I don’t see the agenda they hold, when so many other people around me see it clearly. I invest myself and I open up, only to realize in the end that my friends around me were right all along.
Thanks to all of you for shouting loud enough so I could hear. Thanks to those who just said, "don’t do it."
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Bob
My dad, Bob, is a man of very few words. He does not show a lot of emotion and growing up he really let me, be me. I was a good girl. I did not get into trouble and he knew that. He trusted me. The only time he felt he had to give his opinion was when I began dating. My father had three daughters and one very successful son. Sorry Carol!
My sister, Carol, was the oldest. She was thin, blonde and very pretty. She began the dating thing for the girls of the family. My sister, Michelle, was next. She got married soon after she began dating and my father was very upfront about the fact that he did not like her selection. He was always very nice to my sister's husband but you knew he was not thrilled. I was next on the list to date. I was a little different because I was the youngest. I was also a little more endowed then the other girls my age. On top of that the majority of my high school friends were male. I got along better with men. I still do. I guess its because I like sports, I am athletic and I am not always real girly. Well my dad had no problem telling me how he felt about the men in my life. When I look back now it’s a wonder I ever left the house. Here's the break down. For those that might see this I am using initials so not to offend the actual people
TZ – Big football player who told my dad, not knowing he was my dad, that he wanted "a piece of that" before summer was over. We all worked together at a camp and Ted did not know he was talking to my dad. Needless to say that was not a good summer for Ted.
JB – Liked by my Dad. Said he was " a nice boy." He was the mastermind behind some car "decorating" in my teens but all in all a very nice boy. He is also now a really nice man. On of the few men in my life that I can say that about.
PD – Best friend to JB. I was crazy about this guy in my teens. According to my Dad he was "sneaky." So it was always me saying, "Hey dad I am going out with sneaky and nice boy tonight."
BG – Thought I was going to marry this guy. First serious relationship. My dad had no opinion of him. That was not good either. He said he could take him or leave him. He treated me really well and we were together for a while. I could still call and talk to him today.
MB – Liked by my Dad now, not all that liked as a teen. My dad called him "spinner." Not sure why but it had something to do with the fact that his eyes were always half open. Said he was always spinnin in his head. I laugh about this now because I was a pretty naïve teen and I did not know what he meant. I do now. This was the bad boy that for some reason otherwise intelligent woman are drawn too. I could not get enough of MB. He would drop his girlfriend off at home and come and pick me up. We did doughnuts in the snow and stole street signs. He carried me over his shoulder back to his car at Dave's beach, because it was raining. He had seats in his El Camino that spun all the way around. As a teenage girl I thought he just wanted to hang out and be friends. Luckily for me I had another friend, AP, who new differently and saved me from MB. I still see MB and there's a part of me that still lusts after the bad boy
LB – Not liked by my dad at all. Said he was "spoiled." Said he was a nice enough guy but could tell he did not like to get his hands dirty. We broke up on Valentines night at a dance. We broke up because his friend DH said out loud, "wow your girlfriend has big guns." My boyfriends reply was "yeah I know." I looked at him, found MB and left the dance. That’s the only encounter I had with DH and I am pretty happy about that. Part of me loves MB for rescuing me from that night.
AV – Liked by both my mom and Dad. My mom said he would be "very handsome and successful" when he grew up. My Dad said he was a "stand up" kind of guy. As a teenager that was hard to believe because he was such a goofy guy. He made everyone laugh. He was president of the teen club. He was fun and great. Well they were right, today he is handsome and successful. Way to go AV.
AP – Best friend to AV. My best friend too. My dad has always said, "there's something about him." I'm sure that’s not a good phrase. He saved me from MB and has been my best friend for almost twenty years. Trust me when I say it took a lot to save me from MB. I was pretty set on spending some time with him. This is also the only person who I have screamed obscenities at in the rain barefoot in front of his house with his mother watching. I am sure like my dad she has her own opinion of me.
My sister, Carol, was the oldest. She was thin, blonde and very pretty. She began the dating thing for the girls of the family. My sister, Michelle, was next. She got married soon after she began dating and my father was very upfront about the fact that he did not like her selection. He was always very nice to my sister's husband but you knew he was not thrilled. I was next on the list to date. I was a little different because I was the youngest. I was also a little more endowed then the other girls my age. On top of that the majority of my high school friends were male. I got along better with men. I still do. I guess its because I like sports, I am athletic and I am not always real girly. Well my dad had no problem telling me how he felt about the men in my life. When I look back now it’s a wonder I ever left the house. Here's the break down. For those that might see this I am using initials so not to offend the actual people
TZ – Big football player who told my dad, not knowing he was my dad, that he wanted "a piece of that" before summer was over. We all worked together at a camp and Ted did not know he was talking to my dad. Needless to say that was not a good summer for Ted.
JB – Liked by my Dad. Said he was " a nice boy." He was the mastermind behind some car "decorating" in my teens but all in all a very nice boy. He is also now a really nice man. On of the few men in my life that I can say that about.
PD – Best friend to JB. I was crazy about this guy in my teens. According to my Dad he was "sneaky." So it was always me saying, "Hey dad I am going out with sneaky and nice boy tonight."
BG – Thought I was going to marry this guy. First serious relationship. My dad had no opinion of him. That was not good either. He said he could take him or leave him. He treated me really well and we were together for a while. I could still call and talk to him today.
MB – Liked by my Dad now, not all that liked as a teen. My dad called him "spinner." Not sure why but it had something to do with the fact that his eyes were always half open. Said he was always spinnin in his head. I laugh about this now because I was a pretty naïve teen and I did not know what he meant. I do now. This was the bad boy that for some reason otherwise intelligent woman are drawn too. I could not get enough of MB. He would drop his girlfriend off at home and come and pick me up. We did doughnuts in the snow and stole street signs. He carried me over his shoulder back to his car at Dave's beach, because it was raining. He had seats in his El Camino that spun all the way around. As a teenage girl I thought he just wanted to hang out and be friends. Luckily for me I had another friend, AP, who new differently and saved me from MB. I still see MB and there's a part of me that still lusts after the bad boy
LB – Not liked by my dad at all. Said he was "spoiled." Said he was a nice enough guy but could tell he did not like to get his hands dirty. We broke up on Valentines night at a dance. We broke up because his friend DH said out loud, "wow your girlfriend has big guns." My boyfriends reply was "yeah I know." I looked at him, found MB and left the dance. That’s the only encounter I had with DH and I am pretty happy about that. Part of me loves MB for rescuing me from that night.
AV – Liked by both my mom and Dad. My mom said he would be "very handsome and successful" when he grew up. My Dad said he was a "stand up" kind of guy. As a teenager that was hard to believe because he was such a goofy guy. He made everyone laugh. He was president of the teen club. He was fun and great. Well they were right, today he is handsome and successful. Way to go AV.
AP – Best friend to AV. My best friend too. My dad has always said, "there's something about him." I'm sure that’s not a good phrase. He saved me from MB and has been my best friend for almost twenty years. Trust me when I say it took a lot to save me from MB. I was pretty set on spending some time with him. This is also the only person who I have screamed obscenities at in the rain barefoot in front of his house with his mother watching. I am sure like my dad she has her own opinion of me.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Things I learned in Texas
I have lived in Texas for 2 years now. There are certain things in Texas that one coming from New England should know ahead of time. Consider this your warning.
1) Don’t drink from a garden hose in Texas. The water coming out of the hose will be Hot. Not just hot but make brewed tea, kind of hot. You will burn your grass, flowers and your mouth. Trust me I know.
2) Carrying Firearms – Texans can carry firearms and it is up to the owner of a store to post signs saying that guns cannot be brought in. True story. A man open fired on his ex wife and son outside of a court house after their divorce hearing. He killed his ex wife, injured his son and others. Another man driving by in his pick up truck (of course) stopped, shot and killed the man with the gun. The man driving the truck was not charged.
3) Pride – Texans have pride. Big pride. They put the star of Texas on their house and in mosaic on their driveway. The wear the Texas flag on shirts and say things like, Long Live Texas. In school they not only say The Pledge of Allegiance to the United States flag they say The Pledge of Allegiance to the flag of Texas. My daughters know it by heart.
4) Religion – The Texans I have met have been very conservative and religious people. They want prayer in schools. In fact, I attended a school committee meeting, where my oldest daughter was getting an award, and before the meeting began we all stood and prayed. What!!!! I was a little shocked. It was not just a general prayer either, it was a God Bless Jimmie and Sue prayer. Everyone there said a great big Amen.
5) Football – Next to Baptist this is the second biggest religion in Texas. High school football stadiums here rival Gillette stadium. The closest high school just installed a hundred thousand dollar press box for their stadium. People buy season tickets for high school games. My daughter is in 8th grade. Her schools football team has been fully outfitted and practicing from the first day of school. She will not have books in her classroom for another week. Do you see a problem!
6) Beauty – Texas woman are beautiful woman. They are very girlie and they dress wonderfully every where they go. They don’t run to Walmart in sweat pants after just getting up. They do their hair, make up and clothes before running to Walmart. Just a heads up for those woman like me who tend to run errands looking like I just rolled out of bed. You will meet your friends mothers and you may be embarrassed that you are not in full mother gear.
7) Men in Texas drive trucks. Big Dodge Ram pick up trucks. Leaving a rodeo one night I heard a woman ask the man she was with where he parked their car. His response was, "next to a truck." Needless to say they wandered around the field aimlessly for twenty minutes weaving in and out of all the trucks there.
8) Texas men are nice and are nice to woman. It took me a little while to get used to this because at first I kind of found it offensive. I have now gotten over that feeling. Men in Texas will carry your groceries to your car even if they don’t know you. They will help you get things from the top shelf in the store if you cant reach. They will call you darling and hon and sweetie. They will open doors and refuse to walk through before you. They say things like yes ma'am if they don’t know you. They will tell random woman how nice they look. They also wear belt buckles that you could harness the suns power with and boots and hats.
9) Jury duty is more serious in Texas. Hello we have the death penalty and in the words of Ron White, "we use it." I had jury duty two weeks ago. Both cases were felony murder cases. I was relieved that I was not chosen Maybe they heard my accent and said, "hell no."
10) George W is liked. That’s all I have to say on this one. Its self explanatory!
11) Phrase:
Fixin To - means that you are going to do something. Example, "I'm fixin to get me some lunch."
Down the road a bit – This could mean and hour or two away
Never wear a cowboys hat unless your prepared to try out the cowboy. I might have messed this one up but I was told this by a close friend as I went to reach for a mans hat to try it on my head. I stopped after that.
Road hard and put away wet – This refers to a horse. Not in my mind but oh well.
12) Sweet Tea. Sweet tea is the official drink of Texas. They also have chips shaped like the state. Bud makes a beer just for Texas and only sells it in Texas. Shiner Bock and Amber Bock. You can get the best Mexican, Tex Mex and barbeque in Texas.
So Come to Texas. Look me up. We can have a Shiner together.
1) Don’t drink from a garden hose in Texas. The water coming out of the hose will be Hot. Not just hot but make brewed tea, kind of hot. You will burn your grass, flowers and your mouth. Trust me I know.
2) Carrying Firearms – Texans can carry firearms and it is up to the owner of a store to post signs saying that guns cannot be brought in. True story. A man open fired on his ex wife and son outside of a court house after their divorce hearing. He killed his ex wife, injured his son and others. Another man driving by in his pick up truck (of course) stopped, shot and killed the man with the gun. The man driving the truck was not charged.
3) Pride – Texans have pride. Big pride. They put the star of Texas on their house and in mosaic on their driveway. The wear the Texas flag on shirts and say things like, Long Live Texas. In school they not only say The Pledge of Allegiance to the United States flag they say The Pledge of Allegiance to the flag of Texas. My daughters know it by heart.
4) Religion – The Texans I have met have been very conservative and religious people. They want prayer in schools. In fact, I attended a school committee meeting, where my oldest daughter was getting an award, and before the meeting began we all stood and prayed. What!!!! I was a little shocked. It was not just a general prayer either, it was a God Bless Jimmie and Sue prayer. Everyone there said a great big Amen.
5) Football – Next to Baptist this is the second biggest religion in Texas. High school football stadiums here rival Gillette stadium. The closest high school just installed a hundred thousand dollar press box for their stadium. People buy season tickets for high school games. My daughter is in 8th grade. Her schools football team has been fully outfitted and practicing from the first day of school. She will not have books in her classroom for another week. Do you see a problem!
6) Beauty – Texas woman are beautiful woman. They are very girlie and they dress wonderfully every where they go. They don’t run to Walmart in sweat pants after just getting up. They do their hair, make up and clothes before running to Walmart. Just a heads up for those woman like me who tend to run errands looking like I just rolled out of bed. You will meet your friends mothers and you may be embarrassed that you are not in full mother gear.
7) Men in Texas drive trucks. Big Dodge Ram pick up trucks. Leaving a rodeo one night I heard a woman ask the man she was with where he parked their car. His response was, "next to a truck." Needless to say they wandered around the field aimlessly for twenty minutes weaving in and out of all the trucks there.
8) Texas men are nice and are nice to woman. It took me a little while to get used to this because at first I kind of found it offensive. I have now gotten over that feeling. Men in Texas will carry your groceries to your car even if they don’t know you. They will help you get things from the top shelf in the store if you cant reach. They will call you darling and hon and sweetie. They will open doors and refuse to walk through before you. They say things like yes ma'am if they don’t know you. They will tell random woman how nice they look. They also wear belt buckles that you could harness the suns power with and boots and hats.
9) Jury duty is more serious in Texas. Hello we have the death penalty and in the words of Ron White, "we use it." I had jury duty two weeks ago. Both cases were felony murder cases. I was relieved that I was not chosen Maybe they heard my accent and said, "hell no."
10) George W is liked. That’s all I have to say on this one. Its self explanatory!
11) Phrase:
Fixin To - means that you are going to do something. Example, "I'm fixin to get me some lunch."
Down the road a bit – This could mean and hour or two away
Never wear a cowboys hat unless your prepared to try out the cowboy. I might have messed this one up but I was told this by a close friend as I went to reach for a mans hat to try it on my head. I stopped after that.
Road hard and put away wet – This refers to a horse. Not in my mind but oh well.
12) Sweet Tea. Sweet tea is the official drink of Texas. They also have chips shaped like the state. Bud makes a beer just for Texas and only sells it in Texas. Shiner Bock and Amber Bock. You can get the best Mexican, Tex Mex and barbeque in Texas.
So Come to Texas. Look me up. We can have a Shiner together.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Be Yourself
I am writing tonight to tell those young and old to be yourself. Live your life on your terms. If you want to dye your hair pink and wear combat boots then do it. If you want to spend your vacation reading, then spend your vacation reading. Do not live your life for someone else. Do not live your life the way you think others want you to live it. Live your life the way you want to live it. If you want a tattoo, get a tattoo. If you want to wear a mini skirt at 33 then do it. Life is way too short for regrets.
I have been faced with this reality in my own life lately. I have been touched by illness and death so much that I have reached this conclusion. Why are we spending the only time we have here doing the things that other people want us to do and being who we are not. For those of you that live life as yourself everyday, I applaud you! I have come across very few people like this and when I do they are usually happy people.
I know people who are gay and are living a straight lifestyle because thats what is expected. They are misreable. They make those around them misreable. I know people who hate their job but do it because it was expected of them. If you hate your job then take some steps to change it. Be happy because you only have one chance to be happy. If you are in an unhappy marriage then take steps to either fix it or move on. It is tough,yet easy to say but it is true. Only we control our own happiness.
I have been faced with this reality in my own life lately. I have been touched by illness and death so much that I have reached this conclusion. Why are we spending the only time we have here doing the things that other people want us to do and being who we are not. For those of you that live life as yourself everyday, I applaud you! I have come across very few people like this and when I do they are usually happy people.
I know people who are gay and are living a straight lifestyle because thats what is expected. They are misreable. They make those around them misreable. I know people who hate their job but do it because it was expected of them. If you hate your job then take some steps to change it. Be happy because you only have one chance to be happy. If you are in an unhappy marriage then take steps to either fix it or move on. It is tough,yet easy to say but it is true. Only we control our own happiness.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
A Few Things
I am very excited that I am coming home again in August. I am coming to pick up my children who have spent the summer with my parents in Mass. This summer break was a little more difficult for me because I missed my kids more this time than last year. They are having a lot of fun and I am glad they are there, rather than spending the summer in house while I worked 10 hour days. This visit is a little bitter sweet for me though because I know it is probably the last visit I will have at home for the year. It is very tough. I was upset the last time I left, but I think this time will be worse for me. I will try not to show it because of the kids but I will be sad. I would like to try and come home for Christmas but I am not sure if it will be a possibility because its expensive.
I have decided about my tattoo. I am going to get it where the bikini line meets my hip. It is going to be the letter T with a bat hanging from it. The T will be feminine and scrolled and the bat will be hanging upside down with closed wings. I decided to scroll and feminize the T because it points to the girly side of me. For those skeptics, I do have a girly side. My husband often times says out loud that I am not girly or feminine at all. This is just not true. I love to dress up, high heels, short skirts, jewelry etc... I like to be feminine. I also like to run, hike, climb rocks, watch ultimate fighting, and play sports. That does not take my feminity away. I consider myself well rounded. Sorry off track. So anyway the T will be for the girl side of me and the bat will symbolize the not so girly side. The fun side. I am hoping to get this done next weekend. I am just trying to find an artist here that is well known. My sister just got another tattoo. I cannot believe it. She got a butterfly on the inside of her right wrist. I guess she is far more fun than I ever knew!
Hippy Hollow - A nude beach in Austin Texas. This beach is a state run and maintained nude beach on Lake Travis. This beach is for gay and straight men and woman. I have gone to this beach a few times since last year. It is the most beautiful spot that I have seen in Texas. The beach is at the bottom of a large rock wall that you have to actually find your way down in order to get to the water. There are stairs but once you get to the first level of rock your on your own. I am writing about it because I am impressed with the woman that I have seen at this beach. They are all shapes and sizes and they truly are out there just enjoying themselves. They dont care if they are stick thin or heavy. They are just out there having fun in the water. These woman are young and old and their confidence is wonderful. I do not go nude at this beach. I go topless. I dont go all nude because as many of you know, I am always losing weight and working out but I am not yet satisfied with my ass. Maybe I will be satisfied one day but not yet. To all these woman who bare it all regardless, good for you! There are also woman there in their 60's who are so fit its incredible. I am not talking about the rich wives who are perfect because they paid for their beauty. I saw a woman last week who was perfect. As she climbed up the rocks to her towel I realized her breasts did not move. They were round and perfect. They were not real but who ever did them did a great job. I am talking about the woman yesterday who had to be sixty or older and looked as if she worked out every day. She looked her age but she inspired me to continue working out. I will not comment on the men at Hippy Hollow. Everyone knows that I am fan and it goes without saying that it makes for an interesting afternoon. All I will say is that men have no fear when they are there. They dont care if they are thin or not, short or tall, long or not. They run, play guitars, climb rocks and float without any concern.
Well that's it for now...
I have decided about my tattoo. I am going to get it where the bikini line meets my hip. It is going to be the letter T with a bat hanging from it. The T will be feminine and scrolled and the bat will be hanging upside down with closed wings. I decided to scroll and feminize the T because it points to the girly side of me. For those skeptics, I do have a girly side. My husband often times says out loud that I am not girly or feminine at all. This is just not true. I love to dress up, high heels, short skirts, jewelry etc... I like to be feminine. I also like to run, hike, climb rocks, watch ultimate fighting, and play sports. That does not take my feminity away. I consider myself well rounded. Sorry off track. So anyway the T will be for the girl side of me and the bat will symbolize the not so girly side. The fun side. I am hoping to get this done next weekend. I am just trying to find an artist here that is well known. My sister just got another tattoo. I cannot believe it. She got a butterfly on the inside of her right wrist. I guess she is far more fun than I ever knew!
Hippy Hollow - A nude beach in Austin Texas. This beach is a state run and maintained nude beach on Lake Travis. This beach is for gay and straight men and woman. I have gone to this beach a few times since last year. It is the most beautiful spot that I have seen in Texas. The beach is at the bottom of a large rock wall that you have to actually find your way down in order to get to the water. There are stairs but once you get to the first level of rock your on your own. I am writing about it because I am impressed with the woman that I have seen at this beach. They are all shapes and sizes and they truly are out there just enjoying themselves. They dont care if they are stick thin or heavy. They are just out there having fun in the water. These woman are young and old and their confidence is wonderful. I do not go nude at this beach. I go topless. I dont go all nude because as many of you know, I am always losing weight and working out but I am not yet satisfied with my ass. Maybe I will be satisfied one day but not yet. To all these woman who bare it all regardless, good for you! There are also woman there in their 60's who are so fit its incredible. I am not talking about the rich wives who are perfect because they paid for their beauty. I saw a woman last week who was perfect. As she climbed up the rocks to her towel I realized her breasts did not move. They were round and perfect. They were not real but who ever did them did a great job. I am talking about the woman yesterday who had to be sixty or older and looked as if she worked out every day. She looked her age but she inspired me to continue working out. I will not comment on the men at Hippy Hollow. Everyone knows that I am fan and it goes without saying that it makes for an interesting afternoon. All I will say is that men have no fear when they are there. They dont care if they are thin or not, short or tall, long or not. They run, play guitars, climb rocks and float without any concern.
Well that's it for now...
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Tattoo
Well it has been a long time since I have posted anything. Partly because I dont think anyone reads my posts. This time I thought I would give it one more shot.
For a while I have considered getting a tattoo. My concern was where would I get it on my body and what would I like to get. Figuring this will be with me for the rest of my life, I did not just want to run off and get anything slapped on. I wanted to get the tattoo put on my lower back. This was before every woman in America put her tattoo on her lower back. Those I work with refer to lower back tattoos as "targets" or "Whore tags." So to say the least, my lower back is now out of the question.
My sister has a tattoo on her left thigh. She has a very big tattoo on her left thigh of a fairy. It is very pretty but too big for me. She also has a pretty rose tattoo on her ankle in memory of my sister, Michelle, who passed away. We were both going to get the rose, but I did not make the appointment.
There is no pressure on me to get a tattoo, it is just something I have thought about for a while. I am the conservative one in my family so there is no surprise that I dont have one. The surprise came two weeks ago when my mother told me that my ultra conservative, architect, brother had gotten a tattoo. Apparently he got a Black Widow spider on the base of his neck. I was shocked and amused. It kind of makes me feel that my brother has a side to himself that he does not show to many people. I like thinking that Mr. Ultraconservative has some skeletons in his closet.
Now that my brother has one, and I have wanted one, it does make me feel like what am I waiting for. I live in Central Texas and there is a tattoo parlor every 5 feet. I save up to buy almost everything, so why not a tattoo. Well I am not saying for sure that I am going to get one, but I have pretty much decided that if I do get one it will be small and it will be on either my ankle, bikini line or hip.
So here is the chance for my friends to weigh in and tell me what they think. Sould I get a tattoo? If so, where on my body? If so what type? I have considered a bat. I like bats. Something cute but not cartoon like. I like the Bacardi Bat. I have considered the Japanese symbol for my name. My name is Japanese and means perfection (haha). It is two symbols but I would have to make them a lot smaller.
So post a reply and let me know. Maybe the next time you see me I will have a tattoo.
For a while I have considered getting a tattoo. My concern was where would I get it on my body and what would I like to get. Figuring this will be with me for the rest of my life, I did not just want to run off and get anything slapped on. I wanted to get the tattoo put on my lower back. This was before every woman in America put her tattoo on her lower back. Those I work with refer to lower back tattoos as "targets" or "Whore tags." So to say the least, my lower back is now out of the question.
My sister has a tattoo on her left thigh. She has a very big tattoo on her left thigh of a fairy. It is very pretty but too big for me. She also has a pretty rose tattoo on her ankle in memory of my sister, Michelle, who passed away. We were both going to get the rose, but I did not make the appointment.
There is no pressure on me to get a tattoo, it is just something I have thought about for a while. I am the conservative one in my family so there is no surprise that I dont have one. The surprise came two weeks ago when my mother told me that my ultra conservative, architect, brother had gotten a tattoo. Apparently he got a Black Widow spider on the base of his neck. I was shocked and amused. It kind of makes me feel that my brother has a side to himself that he does not show to many people. I like thinking that Mr. Ultraconservative has some skeletons in his closet.
Now that my brother has one, and I have wanted one, it does make me feel like what am I waiting for. I live in Central Texas and there is a tattoo parlor every 5 feet. I save up to buy almost everything, so why not a tattoo. Well I am not saying for sure that I am going to get one, but I have pretty much decided that if I do get one it will be small and it will be on either my ankle, bikini line or hip.
So here is the chance for my friends to weigh in and tell me what they think. Sould I get a tattoo? If so, where on my body? If so what type? I have considered a bat. I like bats. Something cute but not cartoon like. I like the Bacardi Bat. I have considered the Japanese symbol for my name. My name is Japanese and means perfection (haha). It is two symbols but I would have to make them a lot smaller.
So post a reply and let me know. Maybe the next time you see me I will have a tattoo.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Walking in the Middle
The name for this post came from a trip to Walmart one night last week. I have been very busy and very stressed lately and while driving in the Walmart parking lot I became enraged. A couple was walking in the middle of the parking lot isle. They were talking to each other and seemed to be enjoying their day and did not notice me at all. This just aggrevated me even more. I waited behind them until they noticed I was there and kept right on walking in the middle till they crossed the street. I was hot and I said a few things in my car that were not very nice but thankfully I live in Texas and my windows were up because of the air conditioning. As I got out of my car, part of me wanted to go to them and preach like a mother about respect and not living in a vacume but the better part of me told me to calm down.
This experience did a couple of things for me. One is that it told me I needed to do yoga and slow down. Oviously my life has gotten really complicated if a couple at Walmart could push my buttons. I consider myself a pretty calm person unless the subject is passionate for me then I have a tendecy to get a little expressive. The other thing it did for me was to examine the middle of the road. There have been several times in my life I have walked the middle line in an effort to keep the peace or avoid confrontation.
The one area that I did this the most was with my sister, Michelle. Michelle and I grew up together and she did a lot of protection for me while I grew. We were close in age and if anyone made fun of me, Michelle was there and advised them it was not in their best interest to keep going. She was pretty tough and she tolerated nothing. As we grew we fought like sisters but we loved each other. Then she got sick. She was diagnosed with MS and she went down hill very quickly. She lost her fighting attitude and I felt did little to better her situation. In truth I dont think I saw what she did fight for enough. She became bitter and very angry. She was not only ill but in a horrible marriage and had no support. We grew further apart. I could not stand to visit her because she did nothing but complain and she chain smoked. She used my visits to help her get things she could not get herself and I began to resent them. So I walked the middle of the road. I did not tell her how I felt, instead I stopped visiting. I made excuses on the phone with her to not visit and cut the conversation short. I did not do for my sister what she did for me. I did not fight for her. I vividly remember one day at my Mothers, my phone ringing back to back and I did not answer because I did not want to deal with the next dramatic episiode and in fact I said "its just Michelle." I guess I felt I had forever to be with my sister and in time her attitude would improve and we would once again be the sisters we always were. I should have left the midle of the road and talked with her to try and understand her issues and be the sister I should have been.
Michelle died shortly after having enough courage to divorce her rotten husband. She was camping with her children when she passed away. I found her picture today under my refrigerator while cleaning and it reduced me to tears. It has taught me a valuable lesson and one that I use every day. I would give anything to get a "do over" and be the sister I should have been. Since then I have not walked the middle road with my family becuase I have learned that tomorrow the road could end. You could be stranded at the end of that road crying for the forgiveness you cannot grant yourself.
This experience did a couple of things for me. One is that it told me I needed to do yoga and slow down. Oviously my life has gotten really complicated if a couple at Walmart could push my buttons. I consider myself a pretty calm person unless the subject is passionate for me then I have a tendecy to get a little expressive. The other thing it did for me was to examine the middle of the road. There have been several times in my life I have walked the middle line in an effort to keep the peace or avoid confrontation.
The one area that I did this the most was with my sister, Michelle. Michelle and I grew up together and she did a lot of protection for me while I grew. We were close in age and if anyone made fun of me, Michelle was there and advised them it was not in their best interest to keep going. She was pretty tough and she tolerated nothing. As we grew we fought like sisters but we loved each other. Then she got sick. She was diagnosed with MS and she went down hill very quickly. She lost her fighting attitude and I felt did little to better her situation. In truth I dont think I saw what she did fight for enough. She became bitter and very angry. She was not only ill but in a horrible marriage and had no support. We grew further apart. I could not stand to visit her because she did nothing but complain and she chain smoked. She used my visits to help her get things she could not get herself and I began to resent them. So I walked the middle of the road. I did not tell her how I felt, instead I stopped visiting. I made excuses on the phone with her to not visit and cut the conversation short. I did not do for my sister what she did for me. I did not fight for her. I vividly remember one day at my Mothers, my phone ringing back to back and I did not answer because I did not want to deal with the next dramatic episiode and in fact I said "its just Michelle." I guess I felt I had forever to be with my sister and in time her attitude would improve and we would once again be the sisters we always were. I should have left the midle of the road and talked with her to try and understand her issues and be the sister I should have been.
Michelle died shortly after having enough courage to divorce her rotten husband. She was camping with her children when she passed away. I found her picture today under my refrigerator while cleaning and it reduced me to tears. It has taught me a valuable lesson and one that I use every day. I would give anything to get a "do over" and be the sister I should have been. Since then I have not walked the middle road with my family becuase I have learned that tomorrow the road could end. You could be stranded at the end of that road crying for the forgiveness you cannot grant yourself.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Disgusting
I heard the most disgusting thing today and I have to retell the story. A good friend of mine was shopping last night at the Walmart Super Store. As she was in the pickle isle a couple was debating over which pickles they should buy. She was watching this couple becuase the conversation was getting kind of heated over pickles. As she watched she heard the guy ask the girl if she wanted to try one, to see if she liked them. In her amazement she continued to watch as the guy opened the pickle jar, used his fingers to remove a pickle, hand her the pickle and put the jar back on the shelf. The isle was crowed and a lot of people saw this take place. The woman ate the pickle and then bought the jar.
This is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard. Remember to always check the safety seal in case there are a lot more morons like this couple. If you have ever done this please comment and let me know why.
How have we come to the point where someone might think this is acceptable. Are we that self centered that we dont recognize how gross and wrong this is for everyone.
I am intrigued and a little scared.
Yuck!
This is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard. Remember to always check the safety seal in case there are a lot more morons like this couple. If you have ever done this please comment and let me know why.
How have we come to the point where someone might think this is acceptable. Are we that self centered that we dont recognize how gross and wrong this is for everyone.
I am intrigued and a little scared.
Yuck!
Monday, April 03, 2006
Rights Dont Exist in Texas
I think I should rename my blog, "stupid laws passed in Texas." Recently the Texas Alcohol Commission made it legal to arrest people in bars that were intoxicated. They used the Public Intoxication law in order to make the arrests. A bar is a public place so technically your drunk in public. Besides feeling like I am in a Ron White comedy sketch, I think this law is ridiculous. Although I understand the need to stop drunk driving and save lives, they even went so far to arrest patrons of a hotel bar. These individulas were registered guests of the hotel. They were not going to drive.
The bigger question is how can we arrest people for what they "might" do. That is a road I dont want to cross. You could arrest me because I drive fast and I "might" kill someone. You should arrest the mother who allows her child to walk on a pier because they "might" fall off and drown. Do we really want to explore these "mights?"
Lastly this is a quote from the Texas Alcohol Commission, "TABC officials said the sweep concerned saving lives, not individual rights."
Well in that case...
The bigger question is how can we arrest people for what they "might" do. That is a road I dont want to cross. You could arrest me because I drive fast and I "might" kill someone. You should arrest the mother who allows her child to walk on a pier because they "might" fall off and drown. Do we really want to explore these "mights?"
Lastly this is a quote from the Texas Alcohol Commission, "TABC officials said the sweep concerned saving lives, not individual rights."
Well in that case...
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Again Again and Again
I know its been a while since I posted and I have heard it from everyone about the fact that I have not weighed in on the controversial issues of the day like why did Nick and Jessica split up(yeah right) so here it goes!!
I have again started my diet and quest to be better than what I feel I currently am. I am going to be coming home in June and I am committed to look slamming bye that time. Yes I said slamming, I am a child of the 80's. One of the main reasons behind it is that I truly feel that I can look better than I do currently. I also found myself lusting after the body of this 40 year old woman in Walmart the other day and decided I needed to stop lusting and get going. Hows that picture in everyone's head now.
I have stopped drinking entirely, started eating more veggies and less bread, pretty much no bread, and have once again started to run. I know I have said it before but I love to run. Its the one thing I do that I actually do for me and just me. I can say nothing else about that in my entire life, well except masterbation, but we wont go there.
Anyway, I am hoping this will help me reach my goal weight of 120lbs. I am not sure what I will look like at 120 and I pretty much think I might just fall over forward but I will cross that bridge when I get there. Wish me the best and if you see me in New England in June, take a feel of my rock hard butt!!!
On another note I recently got promoted and moved into my new office. It is very bare and boring which is not my taste but right now I am too busy to decorate. I am not the fluffy girl type so right now I have two softballs on my desk with some candy etc.. Not a charming look for an office but its a little bit of me. As I moved I came across some very old pictures I had stored away of my friends and I from when we were about 12. Oh my God what were we thinking. I am sitting on a couch with my acid wash jeans and my hair sprayed up in some kind of hair do. My friends are wearing similar jeans with oversized sweatshirts and sneakers that really are not laced. Is this really what we wore and what we looked like. It is a little scary!!! For those friends you know who you are I may send you this picture so you can laugh along with me.
Miss Ya
I have again started my diet and quest to be better than what I feel I currently am. I am going to be coming home in June and I am committed to look slamming bye that time. Yes I said slamming, I am a child of the 80's. One of the main reasons behind it is that I truly feel that I can look better than I do currently. I also found myself lusting after the body of this 40 year old woman in Walmart the other day and decided I needed to stop lusting and get going. Hows that picture in everyone's head now.
I have stopped drinking entirely, started eating more veggies and less bread, pretty much no bread, and have once again started to run. I know I have said it before but I love to run. Its the one thing I do that I actually do for me and just me. I can say nothing else about that in my entire life, well except masterbation, but we wont go there.
Anyway, I am hoping this will help me reach my goal weight of 120lbs. I am not sure what I will look like at 120 and I pretty much think I might just fall over forward but I will cross that bridge when I get there. Wish me the best and if you see me in New England in June, take a feel of my rock hard butt!!!
On another note I recently got promoted and moved into my new office. It is very bare and boring which is not my taste but right now I am too busy to decorate. I am not the fluffy girl type so right now I have two softballs on my desk with some candy etc.. Not a charming look for an office but its a little bit of me. As I moved I came across some very old pictures I had stored away of my friends and I from when we were about 12. Oh my God what were we thinking. I am sitting on a couch with my acid wash jeans and my hair sprayed up in some kind of hair do. My friends are wearing similar jeans with oversized sweatshirts and sneakers that really are not laced. Is this really what we wore and what we looked like. It is a little scary!!! For those friends you know who you are I may send you this picture so you can laugh along with me.
Miss Ya
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Before I Die
Who says inspiration cant come from stupidity? Watching a rerun of Everybody Loves Raymond I was inspired to write this blogpost today. You may be familiar with the episode but if not, its the one where Raymond is having a midlife crisis and he creates a list of all the things he wants to do before he dies. This is supposed to make goal orientated people feel like they have accomplished something. Cross something off their "to do" list. Well I am not all that goal orientated but I definately have some things I would like to do before I die.
* Attend pastry school - I am an avid baker but I am not all that creative or artistic. I would like to learn how to work with sugar and improve my skills.
* Open my own bakery - This is obviously linked to the first one but I would love to own my own little shop. As a child I made chocolates and sold them at school to my friends. This has always been a love of mine. Nothing big just a few tables, cofee, pastry etc..
* Run a marathon - I love to run but I finding the time is difficult. I would love to train and run a marathon.
* Finish my Bachelor's degree in English - one of my biggest regrets inlife is leaving school and moving home. I would like to finish my degree.
* Corporate law - Finishing my bachelors would allow me to continue on and get my corporate law degree. It fascinates me.
* Take a real vacation - This is something I have never done. I have visited family, I have done mini vacations but I have never had a tropical vacation where i could just sit in the sand and read all day long.
* Visit Ireland, Rome, Paris and London - My honeymoon was going to be in ireland but things came up that prevented me from getting there. I would love to go to Europe and see their culture, cusine, pastry, architecture and beauty.
* Donate substantial money to a charity - So many charities helped my family over the years with my care and I feel its time to give back to help another family in the same situation.
* Have sex outdoors in the rain - kid you not this has been on a list of mine since I was a teenager.
* Save enough money to be a help to my children - I am not saying that I want to give them everything. I dont want to be a burden when I am older. I would also like to have something to give to them to help them on their own way.
* Own a brand new car - This might be a little self indulgent but I would like to own a brand new never been driven car.
* Take my Mom and my sister away - Just the 3 of us getting back to each other and catching up.
* Travel with a friend - Just meet somewhere and do what we want. Hang out, read, see a show, visit a museaum etc.. Nothing important.
* Publish some of my erotic writting - See how I did not call it literature. HAHAHA. I write erotic stories for fun and would love to see one published.
* Pose for a magazine - Ok I know there are a lot of you laughing right now over this one. I am 4'11" and not a magazine poster child. Maybe I just need to make a secret copy of my very own mag to accomplish this one. I just feel I can be sexy sometimes and I would like to document that before I get all old and grey.
Well thats it for now. I am sure this will grow and change. From what I wrote I really seem to want to travel. I did not list, go back to New England as that is not a before I die thing but rather a next year kind of thing.
* Attend pastry school - I am an avid baker but I am not all that creative or artistic. I would like to learn how to work with sugar and improve my skills.
* Open my own bakery - This is obviously linked to the first one but I would love to own my own little shop. As a child I made chocolates and sold them at school to my friends. This has always been a love of mine. Nothing big just a few tables, cofee, pastry etc..
* Run a marathon - I love to run but I finding the time is difficult. I would love to train and run a marathon.
* Finish my Bachelor's degree in English - one of my biggest regrets inlife is leaving school and moving home. I would like to finish my degree.
* Corporate law - Finishing my bachelors would allow me to continue on and get my corporate law degree. It fascinates me.
* Take a real vacation - This is something I have never done. I have visited family, I have done mini vacations but I have never had a tropical vacation where i could just sit in the sand and read all day long.
* Visit Ireland, Rome, Paris and London - My honeymoon was going to be in ireland but things came up that prevented me from getting there. I would love to go to Europe and see their culture, cusine, pastry, architecture and beauty.
* Donate substantial money to a charity - So many charities helped my family over the years with my care and I feel its time to give back to help another family in the same situation.
* Have sex outdoors in the rain - kid you not this has been on a list of mine since I was a teenager.
* Save enough money to be a help to my children - I am not saying that I want to give them everything. I dont want to be a burden when I am older. I would also like to have something to give to them to help them on their own way.
* Own a brand new car - This might be a little self indulgent but I would like to own a brand new never been driven car.
* Take my Mom and my sister away - Just the 3 of us getting back to each other and catching up.
* Travel with a friend - Just meet somewhere and do what we want. Hang out, read, see a show, visit a museaum etc.. Nothing important.
* Publish some of my erotic writting - See how I did not call it literature. HAHAHA. I write erotic stories for fun and would love to see one published.
* Pose for a magazine - Ok I know there are a lot of you laughing right now over this one. I am 4'11" and not a magazine poster child. Maybe I just need to make a secret copy of my very own mag to accomplish this one. I just feel I can be sexy sometimes and I would like to document that before I get all old and grey.
Well thats it for now. I am sure this will grow and change. From what I wrote I really seem to want to travel. I did not list, go back to New England as that is not a before I die thing but rather a next year kind of thing.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
2006
Another year is fast approaching and I have decided to make some resolutions this year. Normally I dont make resolutions because to quote a friend, "its all a bunch of crap." This year however is different for me. Recently I spent 9 days with my parents who came to Texas for the first time since I moved here almost 2 years ago. There is nothing that makes you want to change yourself anymore than seeing a mirror image of yourself 30 years from now. So, Resolution #1
Invest time in Me - This is something I dont do well. I dont see a doctor on a regular basis. I dont relax or find ways to reduce stress. I am an extreme workaholic. I will work till all hours. When I am not working I go through my finances, pay bills etc.. My mind never stops. This needs to change. As a salute to myself in 2006 I am purchasing a diamond ring. I have wanted a diamond for some time and now is the time. I recently got promoted and to celebrate this and a new me in 2006, I am making the purchase. This ring will remind me to put myself first sometimes.
Resolution #2
Loose weight. I know this is everyones resolution and it usually lasts for 2 weeks and then poof its gone. Seeing my Mom has made me determined to loose weight. My Mom is not fat but she is everyone's Mom. She is what a Mom is suppossed to look like from all the ads and commercials. This is not the "Mom" I want to be. I am only 4'11" and weight does not look good on me. I have gained weight since coming to Texas because I have been lonely and bored. I am coming home to Wesport in early June and I intended to be 50lbs lighter. I love to run but have not made the time. I asked for a treadmill but never got it so now I need to run again. I dont like to run on the street because of extreme paranoia. I was attacked as a teenager and since then I get nervous when I run alone. Not anymore though I just need to bite the bullet and get it done. I am hoping too that my losing weight will also help reduce the size of my breasts. I recently went online to Fredericks of Hollywood (only store that sells my size) to purchase some new bras for the holidays. Dont laugh! Well they tell you how to measure yourself so that you buy the right size. I followed their instructions 3 times and I was mortified by the size I had to order. Not the back size because that has not changed since I was teenager but I was now an "F" according to them. This was not "Fantastic." This was more of a "Fuck Off." See I dont want to be 50 and hunched over. I also realized somewhere along the way I missed my calling and my ability to make a lot of money!!! HAHAHA. In all seriousness hopefully the weight lose will help and I will be voluptuous but not an F.
Resolution #3
Fix my house so I can sell it! I do not want to stay In Texas and I do not intended to live my life here. In an effort to accomplish this goal I need to sell my house. I really like my home but we tore up the carpeting and said we would paint the front room in an effort to make it our house. One year later I am still looking at concrete floors and no paint. I will be calling a painter within the next few weeks and this house will be in process.
Well I think that about sums it up. Besides becoming a millionaire, having a large amount of plastic surgery done to become the movie star I am inside. I think these are the most realistic resolutions I have ever made in life. Wish me luck!
Invest time in Me - This is something I dont do well. I dont see a doctor on a regular basis. I dont relax or find ways to reduce stress. I am an extreme workaholic. I will work till all hours. When I am not working I go through my finances, pay bills etc.. My mind never stops. This needs to change. As a salute to myself in 2006 I am purchasing a diamond ring. I have wanted a diamond for some time and now is the time. I recently got promoted and to celebrate this and a new me in 2006, I am making the purchase. This ring will remind me to put myself first sometimes.
Resolution #2
Loose weight. I know this is everyones resolution and it usually lasts for 2 weeks and then poof its gone. Seeing my Mom has made me determined to loose weight. My Mom is not fat but she is everyone's Mom. She is what a Mom is suppossed to look like from all the ads and commercials. This is not the "Mom" I want to be. I am only 4'11" and weight does not look good on me. I have gained weight since coming to Texas because I have been lonely and bored. I am coming home to Wesport in early June and I intended to be 50lbs lighter. I love to run but have not made the time. I asked for a treadmill but never got it so now I need to run again. I dont like to run on the street because of extreme paranoia. I was attacked as a teenager and since then I get nervous when I run alone. Not anymore though I just need to bite the bullet and get it done. I am hoping too that my losing weight will also help reduce the size of my breasts. I recently went online to Fredericks of Hollywood (only store that sells my size) to purchase some new bras for the holidays. Dont laugh! Well they tell you how to measure yourself so that you buy the right size. I followed their instructions 3 times and I was mortified by the size I had to order. Not the back size because that has not changed since I was teenager but I was now an "F" according to them. This was not "Fantastic." This was more of a "Fuck Off." See I dont want to be 50 and hunched over. I also realized somewhere along the way I missed my calling and my ability to make a lot of money!!! HAHAHA. In all seriousness hopefully the weight lose will help and I will be voluptuous but not an F.
Resolution #3
Fix my house so I can sell it! I do not want to stay In Texas and I do not intended to live my life here. In an effort to accomplish this goal I need to sell my house. I really like my home but we tore up the carpeting and said we would paint the front room in an effort to make it our house. One year later I am still looking at concrete floors and no paint. I will be calling a painter within the next few weeks and this house will be in process.
Well I think that about sums it up. Besides becoming a millionaire, having a large amount of plastic surgery done to become the movie star I am inside. I think these are the most realistic resolutions I have ever made in life. Wish me luck!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Christmas List
A good friend of mine began this list so I thought I would borrow the idea from him. After all imitation is the highest form of flattery.
For Christmas my parents came to Texas. For those of you that know me, you know how close I am to my family and how nice it is to have them with me. Not to mention that my father has fixed almost everything that needed to be fixed in my home so far and he has only been here for 3 days. God I love that guy. Even though he was mean to every guy that walked into my home and almost ruined every date I went on. I love him. He can fix anything. As you grow you realize the best thing you daughter can say about you is that you can protect her from anything and you can fix anything. Nothing but pride!! My mom has bought me everything under the sun and the best thing so far was the new David Grey cd. She also has bought me a new dining room table set and a fire pit for my yard. I am spolied even at my age.
The next thing I would love for Christmas is a diamond. I do not own a diamond even though I have been married going on 13 years. I am not a person who buys things for myself but if I do not get a daimond this Christmas, I am buying one myself. No kidding! It will be to celebrate my promotion! Go me!
The last thing I wish I had for Christmas was a plane ticket to come home. I love New England and I would love to spend the holidays with my cocky ass sister, my quiet brother and my friends. I love you and miss you!
Merry Christmas!
For Christmas my parents came to Texas. For those of you that know me, you know how close I am to my family and how nice it is to have them with me. Not to mention that my father has fixed almost everything that needed to be fixed in my home so far and he has only been here for 3 days. God I love that guy. Even though he was mean to every guy that walked into my home and almost ruined every date I went on. I love him. He can fix anything. As you grow you realize the best thing you daughter can say about you is that you can protect her from anything and you can fix anything. Nothing but pride!! My mom has bought me everything under the sun and the best thing so far was the new David Grey cd. She also has bought me a new dining room table set and a fire pit for my yard. I am spolied even at my age.
The next thing I would love for Christmas is a diamond. I do not own a diamond even though I have been married going on 13 years. I am not a person who buys things for myself but if I do not get a daimond this Christmas, I am buying one myself. No kidding! It will be to celebrate my promotion! Go me!
The last thing I wish I had for Christmas was a plane ticket to come home. I love New England and I would love to spend the holidays with my cocky ass sister, my quiet brother and my friends. I love you and miss you!
Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Thanks
This time of year always causes some people to examine the things in their lives, see what they like and attempt to change what they dont like. I have decided to do the same today by listing what I am truly thankful for, this holiday season.
One of the main things I am thankful for is that I was born in the United States. With the country taking some pretty good and well deserved hits on the war, torture policies, poverty and violence, I am still thankful I was born in the U.S.A. (no singing please) I was born in 1972 with a severe maxocranial facial birth defect. It took 16 surgeries to correct this defect from birth till the age of 13. I traveled to Boston's Children's Hospital multiple times a year and I saw over 5 specialists in the field of reconstructive surgery and related issues. I had stainless steel tubes placed in my ears because my birth defect almost rendered me deaf by the age of 5. I had years of speech therapy so that I could sound like the New Englander that I am today. For all of this today, I have a few scars and suffer an occassional comment from an ignorant stranger. My family was not rich and yet I do not owe anything to the incredible surgeons that made it their job to fix me. My mother did not work during this time because she had to devote so much time to my care and yet we did not loose our home or starve. Organizations like The Lion's Club came forward and helped my family. This would not have been accomplished in another country. I know this for a fact because giving back to those that helped me and a deep desire to help others has caused me to research my birth defect. In the past facing this part of my past was too painful and I shunned away from the topic or others in a similiar situation. Looking into this defect I have learned that although so many advances in science have been made to help harelip and cleft palate children, other parts of our world are left to suffer. Children in third world countries have to rely on the kindness and volunteer spirit of plastic surgeons who make it a point to travel and correct these defects. Some of these children will never be helped. They are considered useless by those around them, the majority have an extreme speech deformity and some cannot eat properly resulting in malnutrition. Organizations such as Smile Train and numerous other govenrment organizations are working to help these children. It costs 300.00 to fix this isue in third world countries. That is all. We spend 300.00 on groceries, flat screen televisions, DVD's etc... I am not preaching today, I just cannot imagine living my life any other way than I live it. People who meet me dont even realize that I have had this birth defect. This has not stood in my way. I was well cared for in every way and for that I am thankful I was born in the U.S.A. If you get the chance to check out the link consider buying some Christmas cards. 100% of the money raised goes to this fight.
I am also thnkful to the parentsthat raised me. My mother gave up a large portion of her young life for my care. I also had children in my 20's and prt of me was very selfish during this time and needed "time for me." My mother had 3 other small children at home and had to devote extreme time to my care. My father worked 2 and sometimes 3 jobs to care for his family. He spent the majority of most weekdays and weekends in the local shops fixing machines and doing odd jobs on the side. I have never known my fathr to be without a job. My mother made it a requirement that all of my siblings care for me at some pont. She said that she never wanted them to be embarrassed of their sister and that by being around them I would develop my speech pattern quicker. She is a very intelligent woman and I admire her courage and strength. I am thankful Iwas born and raised by these wonderful people.
I am thankful for my friends. Especially the ones who put up with my whining and odd sense of humor. I am thanful for those that stopped me from maing mistakes in my life and for those who encouraged me to do more than I was doing. I am thankfu for those who piss me off and cause me to re-xamine a subject I thought I knew and understood. I am thankful for the one who sticks by me and puts up with me and loves me anyway regardless of how many times I drop by unannounced.
I am thankfulfor my siblings and my children. Never in my life did I ever imagine I would love someone as strongly as I love my children. I would give my life for my children. My daughter's always challenge me to see things from different points of view. I love their spirit and their fun. I am thanful for my sister who says it like it is,always. She could care if its going to sting when she says it. If shefeels you need to know then she will tell you. I am thankful for my brother who can take care of everything. I am thankful that I had the chance to see my other sister through her stages in life until her death. I was able to be there with her in her youth, when she threatened to beat up people who teased me,until her illness. I wish I had done more for her in the later part of her life but I am glad she walked with me for the time she did.
Well that is what I am thankful for this holiday season. Be thankful!
One of the main things I am thankful for is that I was born in the United States. With the country taking some pretty good and well deserved hits on the war, torture policies, poverty and violence, I am still thankful I was born in the U.S.A. (no singing please) I was born in 1972 with a severe maxocranial facial birth defect. It took 16 surgeries to correct this defect from birth till the age of 13. I traveled to Boston's Children's Hospital multiple times a year and I saw over 5 specialists in the field of reconstructive surgery and related issues. I had stainless steel tubes placed in my ears because my birth defect almost rendered me deaf by the age of 5. I had years of speech therapy so that I could sound like the New Englander that I am today. For all of this today, I have a few scars and suffer an occassional comment from an ignorant stranger. My family was not rich and yet I do not owe anything to the incredible surgeons that made it their job to fix me. My mother did not work during this time because she had to devote so much time to my care and yet we did not loose our home or starve. Organizations like The Lion's Club came forward and helped my family. This would not have been accomplished in another country. I know this for a fact because giving back to those that helped me and a deep desire to help others has caused me to research my birth defect. In the past facing this part of my past was too painful and I shunned away from the topic or others in a similiar situation. Looking into this defect I have learned that although so many advances in science have been made to help harelip and cleft palate children, other parts of our world are left to suffer. Children in third world countries have to rely on the kindness and volunteer spirit of plastic surgeons who make it a point to travel and correct these defects. Some of these children will never be helped. They are considered useless by those around them, the majority have an extreme speech deformity and some cannot eat properly resulting in malnutrition. Organizations such as Smile Train and numerous other govenrment organizations are working to help these children. It costs 300.00 to fix this isue in third world countries. That is all. We spend 300.00 on groceries, flat screen televisions, DVD's etc... I am not preaching today, I just cannot imagine living my life any other way than I live it. People who meet me dont even realize that I have had this birth defect. This has not stood in my way. I was well cared for in every way and for that I am thankful I was born in the U.S.A. If you get the chance to check out the link consider buying some Christmas cards. 100% of the money raised goes to this fight.
I am also thnkful to the parentsthat raised me. My mother gave up a large portion of her young life for my care. I also had children in my 20's and prt of me was very selfish during this time and needed "time for me." My mother had 3 other small children at home and had to devote extreme time to my care. My father worked 2 and sometimes 3 jobs to care for his family. He spent the majority of most weekdays and weekends in the local shops fixing machines and doing odd jobs on the side. I have never known my fathr to be without a job. My mother made it a requirement that all of my siblings care for me at some pont. She said that she never wanted them to be embarrassed of their sister and that by being around them I would develop my speech pattern quicker. She is a very intelligent woman and I admire her courage and strength. I am thankful Iwas born and raised by these wonderful people.
I am thankful for my friends. Especially the ones who put up with my whining and odd sense of humor. I am thanful for those that stopped me from maing mistakes in my life and for those who encouraged me to do more than I was doing. I am thankfu for those who piss me off and cause me to re-xamine a subject I thought I knew and understood. I am thankful for the one who sticks by me and puts up with me and loves me anyway regardless of how many times I drop by unannounced.
I am thankfulfor my siblings and my children. Never in my life did I ever imagine I would love someone as strongly as I love my children. I would give my life for my children. My daughter's always challenge me to see things from different points of view. I love their spirit and their fun. I am thanful for my sister who says it like it is,always. She could care if its going to sting when she says it. If shefeels you need to know then she will tell you. I am thankful for my brother who can take care of everything. I am thankful that I had the chance to see my other sister through her stages in life until her death. I was able to be there with her in her youth, when she threatened to beat up people who teased me,until her illness. I wish I had done more for her in the later part of her life but I am glad she walked with me for the time she did.
Well that is what I am thankful for this holiday season. Be thankful!
Thursday, November 10, 2005
New Clothing Line
If it had a million dollars I would start a new clothing line. Thanks to BNL for the beginning of my blog today! In all seriousness, if I ever strike it rich I am going to have someone design clothes for me and for all woman like me. Woman like me... Who are those woman and how did this idea come to light.
Yesterday, I took a mental health day. I did not go to work because I felt if I did not take the day off I was going to go ballistic and scream possibly cry in my cube all day long. Considering I am the "ice princess" of the department, I thought this would hurt my warm and fuzzy reputation. So with my day off I did what woman do and I went to the mall. Unlike most woman though I went to find presents for everyone else for the holidays and buy myself a white shirt. My white shirt had a huge hole in the left arm. I wore it anyway, but it was a violation of my companies dress code policy, I kid you not, so I went to buy a new one. Standing in the dressing room for the 5th time this revelation came to me. I have a freakishly out of proportion body! I must have because nothing I try on, ever fits. I would post a picture of myself for everyone to see my freakish body but I cant figure out how to add the photo. I am not a techy person either. So my description will hopefully paint this picture.
First of all I am short. I am not small or petit as I am told by others trying to be politically correct, I am short. I am 4'11" short. I wear heels all the time but when it comes to clothes, I am short. I tried on several pants yesterday and they all said, short or petite length and they all still had yards of cloth I would need to remove. So I gave up on pants and said I would just keep wearing my "good ass pants" until they feel apart on their own and I was left naked. My good ass pants are these black pants that I love that make my ass look great. I have sewn the holes in these pants together about 4 times now. This is where I made my mistake. I should have stuck to my ass.
Trying on shirts brought forth a new kind of challenge. Now that you can picture me being short let me tell you where the freakish comes in to play. I am busty. God, I hate that word. Thats a word my fahter would use to describe some woman he saw in the mall. I like to say I am blessed but yesterday it was a curse. I have the ability to stand out ina crowd and often times get the "holy shit" from people walking by me. I dont mind. Most of the time I like being blessed and somtimes I bring attention on my to myself because I wear some shirts that are a little tight or have a V neck. Yesterday was not that kind of day. I tried on size 14 no go. I tried on size 16, no go. I tried on size 18 and this is where I stopped. Now let me say that the only part of the size 14 that did not fit was across the 2nd button. The only part that did not fit on the size 16, was across the second button, and the only part that just barely fits on the size 18 was across the second button. So now I have a white tent that I am wearing but it fits my breasts. So I bought my $48.00, yes $48.00 white shirt and left aggrevated. You see its $48.00 because its a lot of fucking material.
What I cant understand is that with the rise of plastic surgery for breast augmentation rising 80% this year, where are the clothes to fit these freakish Barbies. They have to exist and if not then these woman must all be pole dancers who dont need to wear clothes. See I work in a corporation so clothing is not optional.
So yesterday after talking to myself in a dressing room I considered plastic surgery myself. Reduce them was the battle cry in my head. I walked out and thought about it the rest of the day. So I tabled this thought for now and said maybe someday. Maybe someday after I have stopped running daily and let myself fall apart. Maybe when I am older and I need to have my bras special ordered from some old lady magazine. maybe later but not now.
Yesterday, I took a mental health day. I did not go to work because I felt if I did not take the day off I was going to go ballistic and scream possibly cry in my cube all day long. Considering I am the "ice princess" of the department, I thought this would hurt my warm and fuzzy reputation. So with my day off I did what woman do and I went to the mall. Unlike most woman though I went to find presents for everyone else for the holidays and buy myself a white shirt. My white shirt had a huge hole in the left arm. I wore it anyway, but it was a violation of my companies dress code policy, I kid you not, so I went to buy a new one. Standing in the dressing room for the 5th time this revelation came to me. I have a freakishly out of proportion body! I must have because nothing I try on, ever fits. I would post a picture of myself for everyone to see my freakish body but I cant figure out how to add the photo. I am not a techy person either. So my description will hopefully paint this picture.
First of all I am short. I am not small or petit as I am told by others trying to be politically correct, I am short. I am 4'11" short. I wear heels all the time but when it comes to clothes, I am short. I tried on several pants yesterday and they all said, short or petite length and they all still had yards of cloth I would need to remove. So I gave up on pants and said I would just keep wearing my "good ass pants" until they feel apart on their own and I was left naked. My good ass pants are these black pants that I love that make my ass look great. I have sewn the holes in these pants together about 4 times now. This is where I made my mistake. I should have stuck to my ass.
Trying on shirts brought forth a new kind of challenge. Now that you can picture me being short let me tell you where the freakish comes in to play. I am busty. God, I hate that word. Thats a word my fahter would use to describe some woman he saw in the mall. I like to say I am blessed but yesterday it was a curse. I have the ability to stand out ina crowd and often times get the "holy shit" from people walking by me. I dont mind. Most of the time I like being blessed and somtimes I bring attention on my to myself because I wear some shirts that are a little tight or have a V neck. Yesterday was not that kind of day. I tried on size 14 no go. I tried on size 16, no go. I tried on size 18 and this is where I stopped. Now let me say that the only part of the size 14 that did not fit was across the 2nd button. The only part that did not fit on the size 16, was across the second button, and the only part that just barely fits on the size 18 was across the second button. So now I have a white tent that I am wearing but it fits my breasts. So I bought my $48.00, yes $48.00 white shirt and left aggrevated. You see its $48.00 because its a lot of fucking material.
What I cant understand is that with the rise of plastic surgery for breast augmentation rising 80% this year, where are the clothes to fit these freakish Barbies. They have to exist and if not then these woman must all be pole dancers who dont need to wear clothes. See I work in a corporation so clothing is not optional.
So yesterday after talking to myself in a dressing room I considered plastic surgery myself. Reduce them was the battle cry in my head. I walked out and thought about it the rest of the day. So I tabled this thought for now and said maybe someday. Maybe someday after I have stopped running daily and let myself fall apart. Maybe when I am older and I need to have my bras special ordered from some old lady magazine. maybe later but not now.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Oh give me a home
Oh give me a home that is not filled with religious conservatives who belive that the Bible should run the government. It is now offical and every news station and local paper is carrying this headline. "Texans Back Prop 2." Yeah go Texas. Now you too can be proud that you have joined the 18 other states that have put a ban on gay marriage.
As you can see I am a little disturbed by what has happened in Texas yesterday. With more than 700,000 votes, 77% favored the ban. The local paper goes on to say that "Texas is now like every other state except Massa-chusetts." Before Texans go out and celebrate maybe they should learn how to spell and realize that there is no hyphen in Massachusetts.
Numerous ministers were lined up and cited Bible passages to argue for the ban. Is there not something that says we should not mix church and state? Why is my state telling me how to interpret my religion and why is my religion telling me how my state should be run. Did we not stop this because it opend the door wide to discrimination based on religion.
One of the amendments that passed was a improvement fund for Texas railroads. This amendment stated that Texas land could be taken into eminent domain if the railroad needed to expand in your area and that railroad improvement could be run by creating debt. Apparently Texans care more about who their neighbor is fucking and marrying, then they do about losing their land and home to a railroad company.
The only amendment that passed that I think was a positive step was to deny bail for criminal defendants who have violated their release conditions pending trail. This is great. Why are we giving bail in the first place to someone who has violated a condition of their release? If you violate a condition of your release, you should go straight back to jail, do not pass go and not collect 200.00 dollars.
Well, I guess this is the neon sign in the sky for me. I long to be home where things are a little more liberal and I dont have to worry about my Mayor being my Preacher on Sunday. To all those who voted yes to ban gay marriage I say, "god for you." For me I will stick with "thou shall not judge lest ye be judged," or something to that effect.
As you can see I am a little disturbed by what has happened in Texas yesterday. With more than 700,000 votes, 77% favored the ban. The local paper goes on to say that "Texas is now like every other state except Massa-chusetts." Before Texans go out and celebrate maybe they should learn how to spell and realize that there is no hyphen in Massachusetts.
Numerous ministers were lined up and cited Bible passages to argue for the ban. Is there not something that says we should not mix church and state? Why is my state telling me how to interpret my religion and why is my religion telling me how my state should be run. Did we not stop this because it opend the door wide to discrimination based on religion.
One of the amendments that passed was a improvement fund for Texas railroads. This amendment stated that Texas land could be taken into eminent domain if the railroad needed to expand in your area and that railroad improvement could be run by creating debt. Apparently Texans care more about who their neighbor is fucking and marrying, then they do about losing their land and home to a railroad company.
The only amendment that passed that I think was a positive step was to deny bail for criminal defendants who have violated their release conditions pending trail. This is great. Why are we giving bail in the first place to someone who has violated a condition of their release? If you violate a condition of your release, you should go straight back to jail, do not pass go and not collect 200.00 dollars.
Well, I guess this is the neon sign in the sky for me. I long to be home where things are a little more liberal and I dont have to worry about my Mayor being my Preacher on Sunday. To all those who voted yes to ban gay marriage I say, "god for you." For me I will stick with "thou shall not judge lest ye be judged," or something to that effect.
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