25 to Life…

On my previous blog, I was asked to do a list of 25 Things You May Not Know About Me. 

So…I decided to update my 25 Things You May Not Know About Me.  To introduce myself to newbies and re-acquaint myself with the oldsters…here.goes.

1)  I was (am) a survey ho!  With MySpace it was always the cool thing to do, to take a survey and have witty answers on there.  I actually had folks tell me that they missed it when I didn’t answer a survey for several days.  It was flattering, that my words mattered.  Still surprises me that you read anything I have to say, but at minimum these words have been looked at over 2,000 times since I started this one and well…Thank You!!!

2) I am as blind as a bat.  Seriously, if it wasn’t for my contacts, I would have to travel by sonar.  Yet, with the limitations of my vision, I am terrified of lasic surgery.  I have thought about it, but then thought “They are shooting a “laser” [insert Dr. Evil voice] into my eye.  That can’t be good”  I may be vain about my glasses (they are THICK!) but not vain enough to shoot “lasers” into my eyes.  thankyouverymuch!

3) I can’t wear shirts with collars.  I tend to think I am more claustrophobic than I wish to admit and putting a collar on my shirt makes me choke.  I think I have four shirts with collars and they are WIDE open.  I don’t own a turtleneck.

4) As much as I am a summer baby, I LOVE LOVE LOVE the fall.  Halloween starts the fall/winter seasons for me and it’s my favorite time of year. 

5) My favorite color is red.  A dark, deep red with NO blue undertones.  My dream is to have my bedroom this color someday but I have been told it’s very un-feng shui, so in the best interest of my karmic decorating, I have foregone the red room.  For.now.

6) I love my short hair, but I really miss my long hair.  I cut it off over a year ago and donated it to Locks of Love and have kept it short this time longer than any other time I have cut it before.  The simple reason I miss my long hair is that Suave has a shampoo that is Rosemary Mint and it smells delicious.  But with 1 1/2″ on your head, it doesn’t really matter.  *sigh*

7) I am a late in life reality show junkie.  I have dodged all seasons of Survivor and Big Brother until this past year.  I am now addicted to both and won’t miss them.  It’s a sickness…I know…

8 ) I avoid, like the plague, Lady Gaga.  She is simply like the rest of them (Beyonce, Christina, Britney, et. al.) over produced, over hyped and ridiculous.  Her songs are stupid and I think she didn’t get enough attention as a child.  Or spankings. 

9) I get distracted and sidetracked often.  OFTEN.  In fact, right now, I should be doing laundry and well…I’m not.

10) I TiVo more than I will ever watch and will record the same movie two or three times, just to watch fifteen minutes of it.

11) I can talk about three things ad naseum…my faith, my family and politics.  Not intelligently, not like I could be on Meet the Press.  But how each of the three affects me and those around me.   I leave the intelligent talk to my buddy Ursula…she rocks and once I talk to her, I feel smarter.  She may feel like she just sat through a chat session with a Disney “tween” but I am infinitely “more smarter” when she schools me.  (Thanks Urs!)

12) I worry about what others think of me.  Sometimes too much.  Sometimes not enough.  At least I care too much what the wrong people think of me.  I am working on it. 

13) If you haven’t figured out by now, I am gay.  Proudly gay.  For me it was a choice.  Deal with it.  God gave me free choice, I exercised it.  If you don’t like it, that’s on you.  I will deal with Him when I get there.

14) Neil Diamond walked me to the bathroom at Tarrant County Convention Center.  In 1996, we got to the concert hall early and I had too much Slurpee on the way…as I knocked on the glass door, a group walked up and a guy in a red plaid shirt and jeans opened the door for me.  He asked, “Need some help?”   I stared and mumbled “Bathroom.”  His reply, “Me too!  They are down here…”  I think I told him I couldn’t wait for the show or something more stupid.  But hey…Neil Diamond escorted me to the bathroom! 

15) My other celebrity stupid moment was at Albertson’s in 1992.  I had gone to get Desitin for the baby…and in front of me was Tom freakin’ Landry!!!  And his wife.  I didn’t know it was him and wondered who wore sunglasses in the grocery store at 9:30 at night.  The man was HUGE!!!!  I didn’t realize it was him until some kids walked up, asked for his autograph and ran off.  I apparently was staring a hole through him and he turned, looked, SMILED and said, “Yes, it is me.”  All I could say was “Hello Mr. Landry.”  He inquired about my baby (remember, Desitin) and I told him he was the best thing that happened to the Cowboys.  His wife walked up with a cart full of drinks and informed me their grandchildren were coming over that weekend.  My last words to Mr. and Mrs. Tom Landry:  “Have fun!”  I am such a loser…and no….did not get the autograph.  LOOOOOOser…

16) I am not athletically inclined.  Not even a little bit.  My stunning lack of enthusiasm for all things exercise are evident by my “shape.”  (Hey!  round IS a shape!) but I am determined in the coming months to get off my ass and get moving.  I don’t care how, I will do it.  Well, I do care, I don’t need some homicidal maniac to take up MY exercise routine on as their “cause du jour” and decide to chase me down the street….save that for the negligee wearing virgins in the movies.

17) Speaking of movies, I love scary movies.  Not gory.  Scary.  Yet movies about possession FREAK ME OUT…I couldn’t sleep for a week after watching Paranormal Activity and to this day, will startle awake at times, completely expecting the Son, the Daughter or the Girl to be standing over me.  Creeps me out.

18) I became a pedicure princess about 10 years ago and don’t go more than three weeks without one.  I wear the same three colors, depending on my mood.  Mostly red, this summer was coral and at times, I wear black.  I also still own the first pair of “open toe” shoes I have bought as an adult after the first pedicure and still wear them.  When I do, I get a compliment each time.  Bonus…they came from Payless and cost me $15 bucks!  They look brand new…

19) I miss the 80’s.  Everything about them.  Even parachute pants.

20) I have no patience for rudeness.  None. 

21) I am Liberal with Conservative tendencies.  I think we should all help each other until we have nothing left to give, but I believe our system is structured in such a way that we handicap the people we are trying to help.  I think we make it too easy to “milk the system” and that the people who NEED the help can’t get the help because there are lazy, worthless people standing in their way abusing it.  And some are very PROUDLY abusing the system.

22) I think politicians are all con artists.  None of them are in it for the “good of the people” any more.  And to get passionately involved with it on anything larger than a local level, you are wasting your time.  The federal level folks, got out of touch with their people long ago and aren’t in it to make anything better.  You wanna make a change, watch your city council, your civic leaders, judges….vote at that level.  It WILL make a difference. 

23) I don’t think there is a single solitary religion that has gotten it right.  None of them speak for Jesus completely and correctly.  I think there is so much of the lesson that Christ was trying to teach gets lost in the judgement of those sharing His Word.  Please don’t come at me, telling me I am living in sin.  We all live in sin.  We were born sinners and were forgiven for that sin with His sacrifice.  You are no better than me.  You digest just like I do…

24) I am a multi-tasker and can work under large amounts of stress.  In fact, when this happens, I actually am more productive and more focused than when I am caught up and have time on my hands.  My dad used to call me “the Human Hail Mary Pass.”

25) As much as I wanna be a small town girl, I am truly a city chick.  I love the energy I get from the kinetic energy of living in the city.  Now, if everyone could just learn to drive…..

In the name of Love…

I am sick.  Like funky under the weather, sound like a cross between a baby seal and a harmonica when I breathe, sick…blech…I have sat in bed, for a day and a half, with cough syrup and drops…for one thing…well, two things…

*To feel better.
*To make it to the Pride Parade with My Girl.

I am not sure that I am 100% but I am about 85%…so I am thinking, yeah….we can try this.

See, I have a long-held belief that if same-sex couples wanted to be treated the same as hetero couples, then we needed to act the same.  I have felt that way since I was in school.  I didn’t think that people running around in assless chaps and drag was going to help the cause.  And I had this argument over and over with the drag queen my mom lived with.

I grew up open-minded.  I grew up understanding that love took on MANY forms.  And I grew up feeling secure in the love that others had for me and for each other.  To watch two people, no matter the sexual orientation, love each other, to see that sense of completeness…it made me, it makes me happy.  To see two people so “in tune” with each other, it shows me what love is supposed to feel like.  How it’s supposed to be.

I try to show my children everyday how to live out loud.  How to live open-minded, to love each other, themselves and others with no judgements, no pre-conceived ideas of who they should be, how they should act.  To honor themselves and me, with that clarity, that we all deserve to be loved, to be honored and to be respected.

Whether I can marry my Girl or not. Doesn’t matter….just because a bureaucrat tells me that I can’t, doesn’t mean I am not committed to her.  I simply don’t need your piece of paper making it legal.  Stuff it. 

I have found that most people who say no…are unknowing, fearful of what they don’t understand.  Those who say it’s a sin, don’t actually know unconditional.  Those who say God wouldn’t have it…don’t know my faith, my relationship with God.

These folks, for me…aren’t worth the time or the breath that the argument would take.

I have gone to the Pride Parade since I was twelve.  I was surrounded by folks who were celebrating a love, a commonality.  Guess what….they aren’t all gay at the parade.  There’s a bunch of breeders there too…in fact, we will have “token breeders” with us today.  Just to level the playing field! 

It’s a time for people to come together, to just be around each other, to smile.  To shine.  Together, on common ground. 

This time around, I am a gay one.  And how, oh how, my Girl makes me shine. 

I think it deserves a Parade!

Viva la Gay!!!

Today I’m Gonna…

…be grateful that I woke up. 

…be grateful that I have two beautiful children.  No matter how batty they drive me.  Not worrying if they load the dishwasher or pick up their dirty clothes.

…be grateful that my Girl loves me.  For no other reason than I draw breath.

…be grateful that God has shown me who my true friends are.  And as painful as it is to let go of the others, it’s for the best.

…be grateful that I love my toenail polish.  It’s pretty and makes me feel silly today.

…be grateful to the guy in the office that stopped me in the hallway to tell me I had great hair. 

…be patient with the chubby guy in the minivan on the highway going 24 miles per hour.  Even chubby people need love.

…be grateful that my job rocks…truly, truly rocks!

…be grateful that my mom is back home again.  This time, for good! 

…that I am on my way to solid friendships and relationships with my family and friends.  That I feel stronger surrounded by this love everyday.

…be grateful that my faith is rock solid and ever present.

…be in love.