It's okay to be gay....
Where ever you are in the world (even if it's Tennesee), it's okay to be gay.
You are a beautiful child of God no matter your sexuality. It's okay to be gay.
No matter what ignorant people say (or don't say) about you or the ones you love, it's okay to be gay.
One day I hope their hearts will soften, and they will no longer be afraid. But even if they never change, it's okay to be gay.
And if you live in Tennesee and cannot say gay, then remember, it's okay to be Takei.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Another day of learning new things about myself...
The good:
*I can make an incredible sugar scrub that smells like macaroons. I like smelling like cookies.
*I can force myself to stay awake at work while drugged out on muscle relaxers and ibuprofen.
*I have sweet coworkers who will drive me to Sonic because I took said medications. Diet Dr. pepper with diet cherry flavoring is my fave.
*I have lost 9 lbs going low fat/no carb.
*I found a low fat sugar free ice cream. And I did not eat the whole thing in one sitting.
*My pretty new luggage should be arriving tomorrow.
The challenging:
*I cannot actually work while drugged out on muscle relaxers and ibuprofen. I just shuffle papers around and try not to slump over at my desk drooling. I sent emails out to people and tomorrow I will recheck them to see if they made sense.
*I have 6 weeks until I go on a Caribbean vacation and my body is still pasty, my arms are still jiggly like a lunch lady, and my tummy still looks like I should have interesting birthing stories. And I can't really do anything about my arms or tummy because I pulled a muscle in my neck and shoulder area this weekend. Hence my current medication regime.
*No matter how old I get or how drugged I am, it is hard to let go of negative things people say about me.
*I cannot cook a steak medium rare. But if you want a tough, chewy overly well done steak, then call me and I will share my secrets.
The good:
*I can make an incredible sugar scrub that smells like macaroons. I like smelling like cookies.
*I can force myself to stay awake at work while drugged out on muscle relaxers and ibuprofen.
*I have sweet coworkers who will drive me to Sonic because I took said medications. Diet Dr. pepper with diet cherry flavoring is my fave.
*I have lost 9 lbs going low fat/no carb.
*I found a low fat sugar free ice cream. And I did not eat the whole thing in one sitting.
*My pretty new luggage should be arriving tomorrow.
The challenging:
*I cannot actually work while drugged out on muscle relaxers and ibuprofen. I just shuffle papers around and try not to slump over at my desk drooling. I sent emails out to people and tomorrow I will recheck them to see if they made sense.
*I have 6 weeks until I go on a Caribbean vacation and my body is still pasty, my arms are still jiggly like a lunch lady, and my tummy still looks like I should have interesting birthing stories. And I can't really do anything about my arms or tummy because I pulled a muscle in my neck and shoulder area this weekend. Hence my current medication regime.
*No matter how old I get or how drugged I am, it is hard to let go of negative things people say about me.
*I cannot cook a steak medium rare. But if you want a tough, chewy overly well done steak, then call me and I will share my secrets.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Thursday, May 05, 2011
It gets easier right?
I didn't really acknowledge Mother's Day last year. The day felt like a blur to me. This year I felt better so I decided to send Mother's Day cards to all the amazing moms I know. As I started writing the first card I burst into tears. Not even pretty tears either. I cried the ugly tears I cry when I see a Folgers commercial during that time of the month (in my defense those families are just so damn happy to get a cup of coffee). My weekend is packed full of moms and Mother's Day activities. On Monday I was excited to get to participate in so many activities, but now I think this is gonna hurt a little. Sigh.
I didn't really acknowledge Mother's Day last year. The day felt like a blur to me. This year I felt better so I decided to send Mother's Day cards to all the amazing moms I know. As I started writing the first card I burst into tears. Not even pretty tears either. I cried the ugly tears I cry when I see a Folgers commercial during that time of the month (in my defense those families are just so damn happy to get a cup of coffee). My weekend is packed full of moms and Mother's Day activities. On Monday I was excited to get to participate in so many activities, but now I think this is gonna hurt a little. Sigh.
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