So here I am
Jul. 13th, 2008 07:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azdesertroseHome and awake. Nobody is awake but me and the cats. I fed them but Tessa follows me around.
I went outside for a smoke and when I came back in, there was Tessa waiting by the door. She's such a sweet kitty. I love that cat. I love Sweetie Pie too, but Tessa is my darling kitty who loves on me all the time. Heck, I even love that dumb dog, CC, even though he's a big wuss when it comes to thunderstorms. He was so sweet when I broke my right foot and sprained my left and couldn't get around; he guarded me. I couldn't go to the bathroom without him; he followed me everywhere as if he was trying to protect me from hurting myself any worse. He'll probably hang out with me today since Cliff is at work. He prefers Cliff over anybody else but he hangs out with me when Cliff is at work. He'll come in here and lay under my writing desk, and occasionally come over and want me to pet him.
I don't know what I'd do without my pets. I can't imagine life without furballs in the house. Yes, there's some work involved with feeding them and taking care of them but they give you so much love and laughter. Sweetie Pie and Tessa play kitty tag and chase each other all over the place and make me laugh.
Tessa has a missing patch of fur on her side; I don't know what happened there. I gave it a good look and she's not injured; she just has a bald patch on her side. I saw where the fur is growing back so maybe she just got into it with Sweetie Pie and lost some fur. Nancy suggested that she had a bad reaction to a flea bite (CC tracks fleas in when he goes outside to do his business) but there's no sign of a flea bite or any kind of injury at all. I'll just keep an eye on it and if it grows back I won't worry.
Speaking of pets, Mike and Charlie are having loads of fun with their puppies. They're taking them to obedience classes but those puppies are space cadets and want to play with the other puppies instead of doing what they're supposed to do. The puppies wake them up at oh-dark-thirty to go potty, but at least they're learning not to potty in the house; I'm sure Mike is sick of cleaning up dog mess. Oh, and they met another gay couple through the puppies; they were out on their porch with the puppies when this other gay couple came by walking their dogs and stopped to talk. I told him they'd make new friends through the puppies, and apparently they have a lot in common with this other couple, so that's cool. Mike needs more friends than just his online buddies like me, and Charlie was hoping to make some gay friends that they have things in common with. Mike and Charlie are both such sweethearts; I'm glad they're making new friends in their new city (they recently moved to Springfield, MO, from Jefferson City which they hated). Apparently they're planning to do dinner and a movie; I don't know if they'll go out to dinner or have the other couple over for Charlie's cooking. Charlie is a good cook; Mike hates to cook, so it's a good thing he married a man who loves to cook or else he'd be living on microwave dinners. (Yes, I know gay marriage isn't legal in Missouri, but I don't give a damn. They've been together through thick and thin for working on 17 years now, so they're just as married as any other couple I know, as far as I'm concerned.) They still meet each other at the door with a kiss and a hug, which I think is incredibly sweet and romantic, but they're wonderful people, both of them. They're both kind, gentle, sweet men, and they're happy together, which I think is great. I hope Cliff and I are as happy as they are when we've been together as long as they have. Mike is my relationship guru; when I'm having trouble with Cliff (which is fairly rare), I ask him for advice because he clearly knows how to hold a relationship together. And he's a man so he knows how men think. Men just think differently from women. Something is wired differently in the upper story, there.
I wish Mike and Charlie could get married legally. I think I'll see gay marriage become universally legal in my lifetime, but because of Charlie's age, I don't think it will happen in his lifetime although I suppose it could. I would so go to their wedding. I just think it's totally unfair that they can't get married because they're both men. It doesn't make sense to me. It seems sexist and like religious discrimination (forcing Christian values on everybody in a country that's here because people were seeking religious freedom).
I wonder if my daughter will marry another woman instead of a man. She's had boyfriends but she's openly bisexual (as am I), and she told me when she was about eight that she'd marry her friend Katie if only Katie were a boy. My parents will have a heart attack if she marries another woman, but I'll be cool with it. I was one of the first people she came out to, and she said she was glad I didn't have a cow over it. Ever since she made the Katie remark, I'd been preparing myself for her to tell me she was lesbian or bi, so I was able to be like, "Okay, cool." I'd actually rather she was sexually active with girls than boys because at least that way she can't get pregnant too soon like I did. I don't think she's sexually active with anybody but herself yet; I think she'd come to me for condoms if she were going to have sex with a boy. God knows she couldn't ask my parents for something like that, but I'd be like, okay, whatever, and probably break out a sex toy to show her how to put a condom on right so that they don't screw it up and break the damn thing. I actually need to do that anyway, whether she's sexually active or not, because I want her to know how to put a condom on correctly so that she knows how to do it when the time does come that she wants to have sex with a boy.
I don't know that I have a point here; I'm just rambling about whatever comes to mind. I guess I'll shut up now.
I went outside for a smoke and when I came back in, there was Tessa waiting by the door. She's such a sweet kitty. I love that cat. I love Sweetie Pie too, but Tessa is my darling kitty who loves on me all the time. Heck, I even love that dumb dog, CC, even though he's a big wuss when it comes to thunderstorms. He was so sweet when I broke my right foot and sprained my left and couldn't get around; he guarded me. I couldn't go to the bathroom without him; he followed me everywhere as if he was trying to protect me from hurting myself any worse. He'll probably hang out with me today since Cliff is at work. He prefers Cliff over anybody else but he hangs out with me when Cliff is at work. He'll come in here and lay under my writing desk, and occasionally come over and want me to pet him.
I don't know what I'd do without my pets. I can't imagine life without furballs in the house. Yes, there's some work involved with feeding them and taking care of them but they give you so much love and laughter. Sweetie Pie and Tessa play kitty tag and chase each other all over the place and make me laugh.
Tessa has a missing patch of fur on her side; I don't know what happened there. I gave it a good look and she's not injured; she just has a bald patch on her side. I saw where the fur is growing back so maybe she just got into it with Sweetie Pie and lost some fur. Nancy suggested that she had a bad reaction to a flea bite (CC tracks fleas in when he goes outside to do his business) but there's no sign of a flea bite or any kind of injury at all. I'll just keep an eye on it and if it grows back I won't worry.
Speaking of pets, Mike and Charlie are having loads of fun with their puppies. They're taking them to obedience classes but those puppies are space cadets and want to play with the other puppies instead of doing what they're supposed to do. The puppies wake them up at oh-dark-thirty to go potty, but at least they're learning not to potty in the house; I'm sure Mike is sick of cleaning up dog mess. Oh, and they met another gay couple through the puppies; they were out on their porch with the puppies when this other gay couple came by walking their dogs and stopped to talk. I told him they'd make new friends through the puppies, and apparently they have a lot in common with this other couple, so that's cool. Mike needs more friends than just his online buddies like me, and Charlie was hoping to make some gay friends that they have things in common with. Mike and Charlie are both such sweethearts; I'm glad they're making new friends in their new city (they recently moved to Springfield, MO, from Jefferson City which they hated). Apparently they're planning to do dinner and a movie; I don't know if they'll go out to dinner or have the other couple over for Charlie's cooking. Charlie is a good cook; Mike hates to cook, so it's a good thing he married a man who loves to cook or else he'd be living on microwave dinners. (Yes, I know gay marriage isn't legal in Missouri, but I don't give a damn. They've been together through thick and thin for working on 17 years now, so they're just as married as any other couple I know, as far as I'm concerned.) They still meet each other at the door with a kiss and a hug, which I think is incredibly sweet and romantic, but they're wonderful people, both of them. They're both kind, gentle, sweet men, and they're happy together, which I think is great. I hope Cliff and I are as happy as they are when we've been together as long as they have. Mike is my relationship guru; when I'm having trouble with Cliff (which is fairly rare), I ask him for advice because he clearly knows how to hold a relationship together. And he's a man so he knows how men think. Men just think differently from women. Something is wired differently in the upper story, there.
I wish Mike and Charlie could get married legally. I think I'll see gay marriage become universally legal in my lifetime, but because of Charlie's age, I don't think it will happen in his lifetime although I suppose it could. I would so go to their wedding. I just think it's totally unfair that they can't get married because they're both men. It doesn't make sense to me. It seems sexist and like religious discrimination (forcing Christian values on everybody in a country that's here because people were seeking religious freedom).
I wonder if my daughter will marry another woman instead of a man. She's had boyfriends but she's openly bisexual (as am I), and she told me when she was about eight that she'd marry her friend Katie if only Katie were a boy. My parents will have a heart attack if she marries another woman, but I'll be cool with it. I was one of the first people she came out to, and she said she was glad I didn't have a cow over it. Ever since she made the Katie remark, I'd been preparing myself for her to tell me she was lesbian or bi, so I was able to be like, "Okay, cool." I'd actually rather she was sexually active with girls than boys because at least that way she can't get pregnant too soon like I did. I don't think she's sexually active with anybody but herself yet; I think she'd come to me for condoms if she were going to have sex with a boy. God knows she couldn't ask my parents for something like that, but I'd be like, okay, whatever, and probably break out a sex toy to show her how to put a condom on right so that they don't screw it up and break the damn thing. I actually need to do that anyway, whether she's sexually active or not, because I want her to know how to put a condom on correctly so that she knows how to do it when the time does come that she wants to have sex with a boy.
I don't know that I have a point here; I'm just rambling about whatever comes to mind. I guess I'll shut up now.
