Once I got the pictures I took with my SLR camera developed, Jason posted them on his Flickr site. I am really happy with how my sunsets and close up shots of flowers turned out. Enjoy!
It has been so long since I last posted, I couldn't remember where the "post comment" link was...
1. Tea or coffee?
I am useless in the morning until I have had my Iced Tea fix; after that I drink it almost all day long sometimes.
2. Do you speak your mind?
I once did, but I didn't make too many friends that way. The drugs keep me quieter now :-P
3. What is your escape?
I'm not telling you, you might tell The Man!
4. When is the last time you cried?
The last time that Purina Pedigree commercial about dogs in shelters came on tv. It gets me everytime.
5. What are your bedtime rituals?
Undress, take my drugs, and solve crosswords or play Tetris until I'm too stoned to stay awake.
- Mood:
calm
- Mood:
worried
Since everybody else is doing it and I am such a damn conformist...
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Happy New Year folks. I'm going to do some shots with Jason and ring in the new year. I wish we had thought to grab some fireworks today. Our neighbors are firing them off all around us.
- Mood:
contemplative
What? I just wanted to make sure I stood out from all the folks posting yesterday.
Now get busy shopping for after Christmas sales!
2. Underwater swimming or skydiving? Swimming, I am terrified of heights
3. Careful as you cross the street or never look both ways? I tend to forget to look both ways
4. Ketchup: a vegetable? I don't work for the USDA so Ketchup is a sauce
5. Underwear - optional? If I'm with the right person....
by Bob Rivers
(To the tune of Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys)
I I love the colored lights every year
And the way that neighbors stop their cars and stare
I strap a Santa Claus on my roof
Plastic candy canes and reindeer everywhere
I’m stringing up decorations
It’s draining the power stations
Fake icicle’ll light four nations
Imported from third world nations
I’m stringing up decorations
I’m cranking up fire stations
I’m pumping out radiation
My neighbors are out of patience
“Hey, pal, come on knock it off…It’s three in the morning!”
Got to keep those yuletide decorations up all winter
God appreciates my plugged-in tribute to The Savior
God would love it if I could keep ‘em up till well past Easter
Amen
Good, good, good decorations
I’m putting up a manger station
Three wise men’s destination
Nutcrackers in full claymation
Little Drummer Boy animation
Fa-la-la-la-ho ho ho
Fa-la-la-la-ho ho ho
Fa-la-la-la-ho ho ho
Fa-la-la-la-ho ho ho
Good good decorations
I’m stringing up decorations
It’s draining the power stations
Fake icicle'll light four nations
From third world nations
- Mood:
Jolly
Today at work I was reviewing a bid for a government agency in New York. It said, "in the interest of conserving our natural resources and reducing waste, bids must be single spaced, printed on both sides, and on recycled paper." I then flipped the page and read that I must submit 1 original and 12 copies!!!!!! What the fuck?
Thankfully this will only be about 100 pages long as opposed to the much larger packages I usually put together. But still, I am going to need a big box for all those binders.
- Mood:
surprised
The Good, the Bad, and the Funny about all sorts of mental meds being prescribed. I was disappointed to see that Rum and Cigarettes were left off the list. I know I've relied on one or both at any given time to help me get through the "tough times" (aka the nin_man mowing the lawn barefoot ).
- Mood: amused
In other news, I also had another post-LASIK check on my eyes. I'm now 20/20 in my right and 20/15 in my left.... woot!!!
God, I want to go back to bed right now...
- Mood:
sleepy
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong
| Artist: The Fray Album: How To Save A Life Year: 2005 Title: How To Save A Life |
Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
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A couple of weeks ago I joined the ladies' neighborhood bunko group. I was thrilled when they sent me the invitation. That is probably the first time I have ever felt like folks wanted me on "their team" so to speak. Evidently I had beginners luck because I kept rolling a good round of dice much of the night; but not enough to win alas. While there I met another woman in the neighborhood who is named Gerri. Like me, she too was named after her dad. I told her that my parents almost chose to spell mine with a G instead of a J but changed their minds at the last minute.
Stupid is absent mindingly filling a cup with hot water to make tea and not paying attention. Thereby not noticing when one's hand has moved slightly enough for the water to then pour on it.
Really stupid is doing this in the breakroom while both the VP of Compliance and the Director of Health and Safety are in the room.
I pretended that nothing had happened and was just casually washing my hands in very cold water after pouring my tea. I could just see me being the subject in next month's corporate health and safety newsletter.
- Mood:
sore
Obviously, she has not tried to get some luvin from her man while 24 or the Super Bowl was on television. :-P
- Mood: amused
Now if only it could have somehow spread to Bill's office on Riverside. tsk tsk
- Mood: amused
I didn't even get to see her one last time. Mom says it wouldn't have mattered if I went down Monday since grandmother had lost conciousness on Sunday afternoon and never came out of it. But still.
My relatives, knowing that I had a wedding to attend on Saturday, chose to hold her funeral then. My mother and I are not amused. But honestly, I have come to expect no less from those folks.
- Mood: crushed
It just occurred to me that my mom is having to accept the fact that this is the last week she will have her mother around. I'm not sure how well I could handle that knowledge myself. The older I get, the more I feel like I need my mom. Someday I too will be in the same situation she is in. I only hope I can handle it with as much grace as she is.
- Mood: sad
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