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sir, that’s going to be $200.

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Yesterday, around 2:30, I received a call at work from James; Sydney had been hurt. Apparently, when James came home, Sydney came through the dog door yelping, and immediately came to James bleeding from a gash on his ear. After assessing the situation, James took Sydney to the vet, and they told us to bring him back today for “laceration repair”, and at the same time (since he was going to be put under anyways) teeth cleaning. That all comes out to about $200 (but only because we have a “plan”). Having a dog can be expensive. Honestly, I am just glad he is okay, and did get hurt more seriously. Last night, they had wrapped his head up in an ace bandage looking thing, so all Sydney did was sit around and mope in his Elizabethan collar. Poor thing, he hates that collar! But it provides for some very pitiful shots, take a look:

“Daddy, please let me out of this thing, I promise not to scratch my head (even though that is the first thing I do when you take it off).”

“Woe is me, I am so very, very pitiful. Hmmm.”

I don’t know who is more pitiful, sweet innocent little Sydney, or my checkbook. Either way, I’m just glad he’s okay, and on the way to recovery. Now, if only Petsmart will have him ready when I show up to get him this afternoon… wouldn’t that be nice.

all about me

i’m bored, so…

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Yes, I’m still very bored, and I don’t really have anything pressing going through my brain right now (other than hoping that the next song that pops up on the ipod is a good one), and bloglines is being a douche, so I want to issue a challenge: Give me something interesting to go and look at/do. I feel like I reached the end of the internets long ago, as the only thing I check any more is my comics, CNN.com, google calendar, and my email. So I am asking you, my lovely readers to point me in the direction of something fabulous. In order to inspire you, I have seen a few fun things on some other blogs out there lately. Here’s a few examples:
1) Kelly Likes Shoes. This makes me laugh so fucking hard. I have to get this CD. Now. (from gideonse)
2) The grape lady falls remix. Ow… oww oww owwwwww ow ow. (from Dennis!)
3) Get some free music. (from four four)

And things I am excited about:
1) Heroes. This fall. On NBC. That show is going to rock. (from Brett)
2) Is anyone else enjoying watching the GOP dig its own grave? Jeez. (um, at least 19 of them ain’t coming back, talk about slapping the troops in the fucking face.)
3) And well, Pride this weekend. Funness is coming.

As you can see, some of these things are you tube videos, but that isn’t all I want. I want some interesting links, things, and fun stuff that I can get excited about, people. I am at the end of the internets, and I need your expertise. I appreciate all of your help in advance.

Also, as a note about last night’s drinking festivities… the funniest thing to me is this. I can’t believe that we came up with a recipe for a drink called a “fisting”, and on top of that, wrote it down. I love that it is served in a rubber glove. Nice.

all about me

plans

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— APWBTGTTD is tonight. Fun times await!
— ATL Pride is this weekend… what are your plans? Here’s what it is looking like for me (and anyone that wants to join, let me know:)
Friday: Night at the park (starting about 6ish) to see Kimberley Locke and several other acts on the Coke stage. We went last year to see the indigo girls, and it was a blast. We WILL be bringing a cooler this year. Going out afterwards is a must.
Saturday: Probably just hanging out at the park and, well, drinking. Probably will want to go out this night too, since we, um, never go out anymore. Dancing anyone?
Sunday: Parade. Let’s hope it doesn’t rain this year. And of course, probably drinking before and after. I am sure that my liver is going to want a break, but I offer no sign of solace, my friend. Podcast party that night (let’s hope I’m not in too deep to make it).

Anyone else have plans for ATL pride this weekend? Shall we, say, join plans?

that is so gay

a girl like me; hate crime, fear, acceptance.

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Last night, I watched the LIfetime movie, A Girl Like Me, which was about the life, and tragic death, of Gwen Araujo. After watching that movie, it reminded me just how unsafe we can be, and just how cruel both people and society can be towards the GLBT community. Unfortunately, transgendered people carry the biggest burden when simply trying to be themselves in life, and as expressed by Gwen’s story, that burden can end in tragedy. But the tragedy here, to me, is not only her horrible death, but it is that the men that beat her, strangled her to death, and then buried her received very small prison sentences and penalties for such a heinous and violent hate crime. The jury was not convinced that the people that killed Gwen killed her because she was trangendered. But what other reason did they beat her and strangle her to death? I ask seriously, what other reason? It just doesn’t make sense.

I believe that this is honestly the reason that I get so defensive when people try and call homosexuality and transgenderedness a choice; it is the biggest slap in the face for someone to deny how hard someone struggles just to be themselves and feel normal against all odds, by calling that struggle simply a choice. Gwen, and many like her, just tried to be herself, and people killed her for it. They killed her because they were too afraid of who she was, and that is just something that I can’t believe. I can’t believe it, because I would like to believe that people are better than that. I would like to believe that people possess compassion and understanding; more than judgement and hate. People must stop this madness of hating (and even killing) what is different; what they do not understand. People have got to learn acceptance, which to me, doesn’t seem that difficult of a concept to master. So why do things like this still happen?

If people want to live in a world where we maintain freedom, justice, love, and even Religious morality, then we have all got to stop being so fucking hateful. Movies like this are a chilling reminder that many of us are not safe, and beg us to wonder just why we can’t be. I hope that things can change. I hope that hate crime legislation and law can become stricter. I hope that people like the ones that killed Gwen are actually charged with the hate crimes they commit; because if they don’t, we all remain in danger because of who we are. I feel sorry for Gwen and her family, because no one should have to endure such torture and punishment; just because of who they are.

near and dear

weekends should be longer

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Well, we survived the Arnson wedding; too much drinking is an understatement. Either way, we had a lot of fun, and offer supreme congratulations to the Arnsons; even though James and I can’t get legally married ourselves. Kidding. Well, sort of. Either way, it was a blast, and we are honored we were included.

Yesterday, while I was laying on the couch recovering from the previous night’s reception, I found myself on the discovery health channel watching shows about medical marvels and mysteries, and it got me thinking; we are so freaking lucky. There are people that are born every day with major problems, and many of them never survive. Those that do survive these horrible afflictions undergo surgery and constant suffering, just to live day to day. It really puts things in perspective, and begs that one be grateful for what they have.

But to be honest, all it does it makes me feel guilty for what I do have, especially considering that I find myself depressed and unhappy even though I have them. I know that depression is not ungratefulness, but hey, I am a self-deprecating type of person, so you should expect that from me, right? I should be able to see the great things that I have, but it is almost like I am blinded by something I can’t control. I am powerless to keep it from overshadowing what is good in my life, and that sucks. I am doing what I can to get through it, but it is hard, and things like this just make me feel even more guilty. Hopefully, I can parlay that guilt into something positive, right?

Either way, I am going to try and be grateful today for what I have, and focus on how good things actually are; maybe today won’t be a “bad” depression day for me because of that; and that is all I could hope for. Hope your Mondays are great, kittens.

happenings

taking a break

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We are off this weekend to the Arnson wedding (Mr Pbody and Hakeber), so I will have no access to internet until I return. Hope everyone has a kick ass weekend, and I hope you all miss me terribly. Okay, maybe not terribly, but at least hope you miss me. I know I will miss you! And the internets… how am I going to survive? What am I thinking? Oh well, we shall see!!!

Out!

is it just me?

An unfortunate person is one who tries to fart but shits instead

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This was a title of one of my junk emails. They rock!! But It also got me thinking, I find that I am extremely shy and embarrassed when it comes to pooping in public. Not like on the sidewalk in front of a crowd or anything, but just public bathrooms in general. For example, I would much rather hold it (if I can), than go in a restaurant or somewhere like that; and just wait til I get home. I have always been this way, and probably always will. I don’t even like to go at work if someone else is in the bathroom. I don’t know why it embarrasses me, because I know that everyone does it, but that doesn’t stop me from waiting until every person has left the bathroom before I leave my stall.

The worst is when you have this high level of anxiety and embarrassment (which causes you to hold it as long as possible), and you have a potentially dire situation in which poop is eminent. The result is a photo finish in sometimes unsavory places, which probably could have been avoided if said anxiety didn’t surround the aforementioned act. Anyone else have this same embarrassment? I know that there are those that love to shit whenever and wherever, but I can’t be the only one that would rather wait til I get home, and keep it to myself, right?

the catch-all-egory

not much to say, really

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I think that my brain is keeping itself in off mode, so I am pretty much devoid of anything substantive to say today. As for this weekend, the only thing exciting that we did was paint the front of the house (finally). UPDATE: I totally meant to, but forgot, to mention that John so graciously helped us paint the house. His help is much appreciated!!! Well, there was that one other thing, which occurred that very same night, when I was called by Brian and Dave to come out and join Mr. Pbody’s bachelor party. They were at the bowling alley, which is where I thought they would stay, but shortly after our arrival, and after one game and two pitchers, James and I found ourselves following Dave and Brian to the… wait for it… Pink Pony. I have driven by this place a 1000 times, since it is next to my work complex, and have never given a serious thought as to going in. But now I can say that we have been there.

While I did have a good time, I still don’t think I could ever get comfortable in a place where people take off their clothes and shake their “stuff” for money. I had fun taking the shots out of that girl’s boobs, and I thought it was fun to watch the ladies do their acrobatics on the poles over the bar (that one girl did like the equivalent of 50 pull ups!), but it just seemed a little weird to have naked people all around us. Maybe that’s just me. The boys seemed to all have a good time, and I don’t know which was more fun; watching the strippers, or watching me and James react to them. Either way, a good time was had… and I must say, my first strip club experience was at least an interesting one. The other reason you would never see me asking to go to a strip club, is because those places are SOOOOO expensive. I swear, I am glad they took care of us all night, otherwise I would have been out of there. Which reminds me… I need to open a strip club.

Funny thing though, James did say that he was surprised the female genitalia wasn’t larger (I don’t know why he thought it was bigger; probably because it looks bigger on TV?); because it was his first time seeing it live and in person. I, on the other hand, was not surprised at all; but that is a different story for a different time and place.

Hope everyone enjoys their Monday… I will just sit here and stare at the screen until it is over!

jake gyllenhaal

best kiss, amidst all of this

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Well, we know that there are definitely some haters out there (especially amongst the recent political wedging), but it seems that most of them are old farts. This year at the MTV movie awards, the best kiss went to Jake and Health for Brokeback Mountain. That just goes to show that our generation is a lot more accepting, and well, that we vote on silly MTV awards shows. Either way, it is an excuse for me to send props to my favorite celeb! Congrats Jake! And Jake, FYI, I am REALLY digging the beard. Keep that up, handsome! Rowr!

Also, it seems that no one was feeling yesterday’s post. Too long? Too much shared? Yikes. MANY people emailed me and told me how glad they were that I posted before about my family issues, so I figured this post would have been more light on the subject, but I guess it was just too much!!! Oh well, thanks for listening anyway. Even though no one was moved to comment, I hope someone got something out of it. Have a superb Friday, folks; I know I am going to try to.