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I heard about this story from an a fundamentalist friend who has her panties in a bunch about it.

There won’t be a fly over at the Idaho God and Country festival.

The religious are sure it is because they are a christian organization and the Obama administration is of course, discriminating against the poor Christians.

It’s probably financial.

For a minute though, let’s assume it isn’t.  Let’s say that the administration is actually enforcing the separation between church and state.

Why?

Here’s what I think could be the biggest reason…

Gay marriage.

One of the huge scare tactics the religious right keeps using to promote their bigotry is that of “if the gays can get married we will be FORCED to marry them in our churches”.

Gay marriage is coming.  Maybe not this year, or even the next decade, but it will happen.  Obama knows that if he can get gay marriage through during his time in office, and if he has been enforcing the rules of separation of church and state, he can tell the pissy Christians “see, because we didn’t violate the separation clause to give you the freebies you wanted, we can also enforce it here, we CAN NOT force you to marry anyone in your church.”

Although I haven’t always agreed with the things Obama is doing, I do get the feeling he is always a few steps ahead of the games.

The Hulk and I went and saw “Transformers 2:  Revenge of The Fallen” today.  I really liked the original Transformers movie.  I liked this one too.  Except…It was WAAAAY too long.

When I was in college I directed a few Shakespeare plays.  They, in their entirety, are really long.  You really can’t direct Shakespeare without cutting it down.  A lot.

The director deserves a beat down for not editing Transformers 2 a little bit better.  I really did enjoy the robot on robot fighting scenes, who doesn’t right?  And I guess they needed a lot of those Megan Fox shots to keep the guys happy too.  (Even I can admit she’s hot.)  But.  Damn.  Did it have to be 2 1/2 hours long.  There were several times during the movie I kept thinking “this is going on much too long, should have cut a few minutes here”.  Maybe it’s my nerdy director side coming out, for the same reason I like to tear apart community theater.  It usually doesn’t happen during movies though.  I tend to become engrossed in films and can leave my mind out of it.

I did appreciate however, the look of the robot “The Fallen”.  Someone was paying attention to the alien conspiracy theories about there being a Mayan leader with an elongated skull, light skin and white hair that has been attributed to humans during that time binding their heads to elongate their own skulls.

Also, the fact that “The Fallen” was voiced by Tony Todd didn’t hurt either.  He has a very sexy voice.

The best line in the movie, when a soldier says, speaking of Optimus Prime, “If god created us in his own image, who created him?”

So…How did it go?

I know maybe at least one of you wants to know how it went on Friday evening.  If you follow me on Twitter you already know.  But here are some details…

The more things change, the more they stay the same.  We were both a little grayer, pudgier, and had a few extra wrinkles.  Mostly, we were the same and it didn’t feel at all like 13 years had past.

We talked about old times, stupid shit we did when we were younger and the things that have happened to us in the past 13 years.

We all went through a few bottles of wine and maybe a little bit of rum.  Ate good food and just sat around understanding that some people will always be in each others lives, no matter how hard we might try to get rid of them :) .

He is still an asshole (he prefers dick now), but I am still a bitch so it still works out well.

We all laughed, we all loved, and I realized I had missed him more than I thought I had.  I also realized my life wouldn’t be the same without the friends I have.

I hope to spend some time with him again soon.  And of course, I will always spend time with my gay boys.  :)

A few weeks ago I got a friend request on facebook from an old friend I haven’t seen in about 13 years.

We had been pretty close when we were in college.  We never dated.  There were attractions sometimes.  The problem was he was as much an asshole as I am a bitch.   We did have  a lot in common.  We are both atheists, both like philosophy, politics and literature.   We were too much alike in the bad things that we were.  After I got married he and I grew apart and he moved away for a while, but has since come back to Utah.

I was pretty shocked to see him on facebook.  Let alone get in contact again.

I will be seeing him Friday night.  We are going over to my gay boyfriend’s house to have dinner and drinks and all hang out on his beautiful patio.  I am looking forward to it.  I know I have changed over the years, it will be interesting to see if he has too.

This will either be a really great time with an old friend, or a potential reminder of why we drifted apart.  Whichever, it’s worth a try.

Hello…

I know I haven’t posted in a while.  I keep thinking I should.

I’ve got nothing.

That’s not true.  My life has been busy and complicated.  IRL has kind of overwhelmed me right now.  I have some free time to myself tonight and I am spending it bliping and just playing on line.  Something to underwhelm me.

As a former Catholic I have been struggling to come up with a post about the (most recent) accounts of horrible abuse by the Catholic church.  Specifically, the abuse in Ireland.  I know a lot of Catholics would prefer I differentiate between the diocese in Ireland and the church as a whole, but there is no difference.  The minute the church became aware of abuses and covered it up was the moment they condoned what happened and became an accomplice.

I have struggled for days with this post.  Not because I didn’t want to write it, but because I was trying to figure out a way to write it without it sounding sad instead of informative.

I will just tell my story about why hiding abuse is giving the OK to abuse.

This is a story I have told only a few of my closest friends… not even The Hulk has heard this story.

When I was growing up my best friend’s brother was a few years older than I was and he was  a sexual predator.  How do I know this?  I was one of his prey.  At the time I thought I was the only one, I could deal with it, so I never told anyone.  I won’t go into any details.  Honestly, they aren’t important.  It lasted for several years, until finally as we got older and his parents got divorced, he moved in with his dad and wasn’t around much any more.  I prefer to think of situations like this, this way…I wasn’t a victim, I was victimized.  There is a difference.  He wouldn’t get the control he wanted.  He never got it.  I didn’t let it figure into anything I became in my life.  I didn’t become a pedophile, I didn’t become an abuser, I didn’t become a drug addict and I didn’t blame the abuse on any choices I made in my life.

What I didn’t know was that I wasn’t the only victim.  He was abusing his sisters as well.  When I learned that, the only regret I had was that I never told anyone who could stop it.  I do know his sisters told their parents.  What did the parents do?  Blame the girls, it must have been their fault, they must have wanted it, because he was the eldest son, and could do no wrong.  They were told to “ask heavenly father for forgiveness for making their brother do those things”.  They were LDS.  I could have told someone else who hopefully would have listened.  But I didn’t… In a way I let the abuse spread to others.  I will always feel guilty about that, but I know I can’t change it.

His parents didn’t stop him.  That was permission enough for him to continue.  Years later  he ended up abusing his own step-daughters.  He served a few DAYS in jail.  His father was also a sherrif’s deputy, so he got out pretty quickly.  I hope he has stopped abusing.

When people with authority over their charges dismiss the bad things they do, and in the case of the Catholic church, cover it up, they are in essence saying to the abusers, it’s ok, you’re good, keep doing what you are doing.  And they are saying to those who were victimized that it was mostly their fault.

The worst part about all of the abuse shit that has been going on within the Catholic church is that nobody is punishing the church…Not the members, not the governments, not even the courts.  The amounts they are awarding to the victims is piss change compared to the how wealthy of a business of the church is.

Here’s the thing, The Vatican is it’s own country.  It’s time the UN take action against this country that is allowing it’s citizens to harm children.   It’s time to go to war against the Catholic church.  Time to take the country and the business away from the criminals that run it.

Mothers Day

Ok yeah, I know it isn’t mother’s day any more.  I’m not losing it… I promise.

When my mom learned that The Hulk and I were going to drive through the west Utah desert for our anniversary she was kind of  jealous.  Since my dad died she hasn’t been able to go out there.  So she asked us if for mothers day this year we would take her out there for a day drive and to do some “rock hounding”.

So we did.  Today.

We went by several springs out there.  The first one we got to just as we were pulling up we noticed some wild horses coming to the spring to drink.  We decided to sit in the Jeep and wait for them to come in, hoping not to spook them away.

We weren’t disappointed…

horses

How anyone could go out there and shoot and kill them is beyond me.   They were beautiful.

Then left there and headed to another spring further into the mountains.  That is where we got seriously attacked by gnats.  Biting little bastards.

We didn’t stay there long.  But as we were pulling out the Hulk slams on the breaks, swerves and backs up a bit.  There on the road next to the Jeep was this little guy.

snake

Yep, that a rattlesnake.  And of course I had to hear the rattle, so I got out of the car and walked a bit toward him so he would get pissed and rattle.  But not too close because those fuckers can jump.

We then headed toward Aragonite.

As we were getting close to Aragonite we came across this little one…

snake2

He was just a little Rat Snake.

And just a final proof that we were in BFE…

The GPS… UNNAMED.

bfe

When I got home I decided to take this picture…The roses are in full bloom…

garden

All in all… my mom had a good day looking for rocks.

mom

The dilema begins…

To chop or not to chop, that is the question.

I am a few weeks away from my next hair appointment.  I have been growing my hair out for a while now.  But I have been contemplating cutting it off again.

On one hand, I like the convenience of the shorter hair.

But on the other hand, the longer hair hides the steroid moon face a bit better…

HHHMMM… I only have about 2 weeks to decide… I better hurry!

My current Twitter picture.

ME

SABOTAGE

Boom!

It was so nice outside last night when I got home I decided to sit outside and take some pictures of the mutts and the flowers.

I have stated before that I love my wild rose bushes in my back garden.  I decided to get some pictures of the buds last night before they bloomed.

bud

When I got home today, this is what I saw…

rose

That is the exact same bud.

This is my Blacklace Elderberry bush.  I wasn’t sure this thing was ever going to live, when Kenny was a puppy it was a young bush and he ate it down to a nub barely sticking out of the ground…

elderberry

Guess it made it.

And now for some of the mutts.

Bear was doing what he always does in the summertime, in the evenings.  Plays with his ball.

bear

Kenny and Tweak wait to steal the ball from Bear if they can.  It’s just fun to harass the old dog.

boys

One of the things we do if one of the boys won’t stop barking is squirt them with a squirt gun or in the summertime, if the hose is convenient it makes a great spritz disciplinarian.  Except that if we bring out the hose to water the gardens Kenny hides and gets a look of “OMG!!! DID YOU SEE HOW THEY SQUIRT ME WITH THAT THING?” on his face.

kenny

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