I support tolerance, love, and kindness in all forms. And I DID intentionally wear purple today to support those ideals. However, I admittedly probably wear this shirt once a week. And purple 1/2 the other days. So I can't claim that my statement is being heard very loudly.
I can't say bullying was ever bad for me. Sure, there were moments, like when a charming young man in my 7th grade social studies class raised his hand during my presentation and asked if I had been to the race track lately. "No, why?" "Because you look like horse s*$t". Not sure why the teacher let him get away with it...but she never said a word. But, really? It was never more than that.
Why is that odd? I found out later in life that many people suspected I was a lesbian. Mostly due to my own actions. I wore a rainbow necklace every day of 8th grade (oblivious to the meaning), wore baggy, unisex clothing, didn't date in high school, and absolutely did not restrict my friends based on who they chose to date. I had, and continue to have, many friends of every orientation. Just never occurred to me that I should be a close-minded bigot. I guess I got lucky that no one ever picked on me for it? Although, I suppose I would have clarified things if they had. My school was not a beacon of tolerance, either. In fact, it was quite hostile, and most of my friends did not come out until college. (Even if it was common knowledge within our group.)
It struck me just how intimidating it was for my gay friends one New Years Eve when a friend decided to take me aside and come out to me. I was religious. I went to Notre Dame. In theory, I agreed with Catholic teachings (ha!). He was visibly nervous. It took a couple of hours of conversation, with my friend of MANY years, for him to finally summon the courage to say it to me. I was startled to think that he had assumed it would end our friendship. And he was startled that my only reaction was, "Yeah? We've known that forever." I can't say I talk to him all the time now, but that's because he's in another state, and not next door. However, I believe he is one of the warmest, funniest people I know, and wish that I had never unintentionally caused him to question my friendship.
One of my best friends for a LONG time (and I really should reconnect with) is also gay. Because of him I went to gay bars multiple times a week for YEARS. Frankly, they were more fun, and less intimidating that the meat markets otherwise known as straight bars. I suppose gay bars are meat markets in their own right, but not for a female in a gay male bar. Then it's just fun. You should try it. Though, I may have accidentally hit on girls there a few times, but there's me being too friendly again.
I'm not sure what my rambling accomplishes. Other than to say there are plenty of open-minded people out there who are allies. Who love our friends regardless of what stereotype can be placed on them. Who will always judge a person based on their heart, and not whose hand they're holding. Well, that's not true, if you're dating a jerk, I might think less of you. But the sex of the jerk is irrelevant. Love all of you! Mwah!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Wait...No toys at the dog park?
Unfortunately, I do not have a picture of the sign, or a vivid recollection of every new rule that was posted, but I will convey what I can.
We arrived at the dog park on Sunday to try and burn out some of Harper's excess energy. It's been tough on the girl. Chris isn't available because of studying, and I just haven't felt well enough to walk every day. I tried, but it wasn't always happening. So, needless to say, she was quite excited when we arrived. Much to our amazement, a new sign was posted saying that the park was at risk of being closed down, and that the following rules must be obeyed. They mostly involved cleaning up after and observing your dog. Nothing new, nothing surprising. What WAS surprising was a new ban on bringing toys to the park, and also an adamant reminder that you must bring your own water and take it home when you leave.
We were a little put off by this. Harper...is not a social dog. Not that she's mean to other dogs, she just has no interest in going to the dog park to run around with them. She might say hi to a few of the owners, but mostly? The dog is ball obsessed. The main reason we go is to have a large, fenced in space where we can use the long ball-tosser-stick-thing (I don't know the name) and wail that ball hundreds of yards. Restricting toys terminates our purpose.
Although, on a side note, my ever-so-concerned husband threw it OVER the fence into another fenced area, and then let me climb the fence to retrieve it. Thanks, hun.
Our immediate inclination was that it is an un-staffed park, and that they were just annoyed that it wasn't being maintained. On further thought, though, I realized that it's probably a health concern. If dog parks have too much waste present, it can cause a serious health hazard. There are any number of parasites that can live in waste, as well as the following list of diseases, as posted by the Organic Pet Digest:
* Parvovirus (Parvo)- This is a highly contagious disease, which often leads to death, is most commonly transmitted through contaminated feces. Symptoms of Parvo include diarrhea and vomiting. Parvo is most common in puppies but can affect a dog of any age.
* Giardia- This is a parasite that lives in various unexpected water sources. If consumed, it causes giardiasis, which has symptoms including diarrhea, weight loss, abdominal pain and poor weight gain.
* Distemper- This is a highly contagious viral disease that affects the respiratory and nervous systems, causing fever, lethargy, coughing, vomiting, diarrhea, seizures and eventually death.
* Leptospirosis- A bacterial disease carried by wild animals or found in water sources. Symptoms include high fever, jaundice, hemorrhaging and bloody feces.
* Kennel Cough- A highly contagious disease caused by organisms. Symptoms include severe coughing spells sometimes followed by vomiting and gagging.
So, maybe there was a rational. Although, we may still sneak our own ball into the park. We just won't be sharing...if that's possible. "Ball" seems to be the equivalent of throwing a juicy steak sometimes, and you tend to get quite a few participants. Ah, well. It's a risk we'll have to take.
We arrived at the dog park on Sunday to try and burn out some of Harper's excess energy. It's been tough on the girl. Chris isn't available because of studying, and I just haven't felt well enough to walk every day. I tried, but it wasn't always happening. So, needless to say, she was quite excited when we arrived. Much to our amazement, a new sign was posted saying that the park was at risk of being closed down, and that the following rules must be obeyed. They mostly involved cleaning up after and observing your dog. Nothing new, nothing surprising. What WAS surprising was a new ban on bringing toys to the park, and also an adamant reminder that you must bring your own water and take it home when you leave.
We were a little put off by this. Harper...is not a social dog. Not that she's mean to other dogs, she just has no interest in going to the dog park to run around with them. She might say hi to a few of the owners, but mostly? The dog is ball obsessed. The main reason we go is to have a large, fenced in space where we can use the long ball-tosser-stick-thing (I don't know the name) and wail that ball hundreds of yards. Restricting toys terminates our purpose.
Although, on a side note, my ever-so-concerned husband threw it OVER the fence into another fenced area, and then let me climb the fence to retrieve it. Thanks, hun.
Our immediate inclination was that it is an un-staffed park, and that they were just annoyed that it wasn't being maintained. On further thought, though, I realized that it's probably a health concern. If dog parks have too much waste present, it can cause a serious health hazard. There are any number of parasites that can live in waste, as well as the following list of diseases, as posted by the Organic Pet Digest:
* Parvovirus (Parvo)- This is a highly contagious disease, which often leads to death, is most commonly transmitted through contaminated feces. Symptoms of Parvo include diarrhea and vomiting. Parvo is most common in puppies but can affect a dog of any age.
* Giardia- This is a parasite that lives in various unexpected water sources. If consumed, it causes giardiasis, which has symptoms including diarrhea, weight loss, abdominal pain and poor weight gain.
* Distemper- This is a highly contagious viral disease that affects the respiratory and nervous systems, causing fever, lethargy, coughing, vomiting, diarrhea, seizures and eventually death.
* Leptospirosis- A bacterial disease carried by wild animals or found in water sources. Symptoms include high fever, jaundice, hemorrhaging and bloody feces.
* Kennel Cough- A highly contagious disease caused by organisms. Symptoms include severe coughing spells sometimes followed by vomiting and gagging.
So, maybe there was a rational. Although, we may still sneak our own ball into the park. We just won't be sharing...if that's possible. "Ball" seems to be the equivalent of throwing a juicy steak sometimes, and you tend to get quite a few participants. Ah, well. It's a risk we'll have to take.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Update on the Chaos that is our Life
Breathing. Many updates.
1) The plumber came out and fixed the sink. He was actually reasonably priced, on time, and friendly. We actually found a plumber we'd be willing to call again! This is a big deal, folks!
2) We went with basement company #3. Gonna cost an arm and a leg, but they're installing french drains on 3 walls, tearing out the old, moldy paneling, carpet, bar, etc., putting in a sump, and doing mold remediation throughout the basement and crawl space. Should do it some time in the next week. Maybe Chris will quit worrying about at least this crisis now.
3) I'm still sick.
4) Chris is still studying.
5) Harper has gained 5 pounds. Woo hoo! We continue to mess with dosing and food, since not all is right digestion-wise, and she's still also on antibiotics, but I guess this is improvement.
6) I WILL go to orchestra for the first time in 3 weeks tonight. I MUST. I'm supposed to bring snacks. And the concerts are coming entirely too soon. I'm such a slacker.
7) A creepy guy that reminded me of my father-in-law (only in appearance) followed me around the grocery store last night trying to talk to me. He actually said things like, "Ooh, muscle milk, do you think this will work for me?" I'll reiterate, similar in age to my father-in-law. I was highly disturbed and worried he'd follow me out. Spent a lot of extra time hanging around the store hoping he'd left. Ugh.
I suppose that's enough updates. I'll try and find a happier topic to write about soon. I don't figure ya'll want lengthy posts on all our crud.
1) The plumber came out and fixed the sink. He was actually reasonably priced, on time, and friendly. We actually found a plumber we'd be willing to call again! This is a big deal, folks!
2) We went with basement company #3. Gonna cost an arm and a leg, but they're installing french drains on 3 walls, tearing out the old, moldy paneling, carpet, bar, etc., putting in a sump, and doing mold remediation throughout the basement and crawl space. Should do it some time in the next week. Maybe Chris will quit worrying about at least this crisis now.
3) I'm still sick.
4) Chris is still studying.
5) Harper has gained 5 pounds. Woo hoo! We continue to mess with dosing and food, since not all is right digestion-wise, and she's still also on antibiotics, but I guess this is improvement.
6) I WILL go to orchestra for the first time in 3 weeks tonight. I MUST. I'm supposed to bring snacks. And the concerts are coming entirely too soon. I'm such a slacker.
7) A creepy guy that reminded me of my father-in-law (only in appearance) followed me around the grocery store last night trying to talk to me. He actually said things like, "Ooh, muscle milk, do you think this will work for me?" I'll reiterate, similar in age to my father-in-law. I was highly disturbed and worried he'd follow me out. Spent a lot of extra time hanging around the store hoping he'd left. Ugh.
I suppose that's enough updates. I'll try and find a happier topic to write about soon. I don't figure ya'll want lengthy posts on all our crud.
Monday, October 11, 2010
A Poem
The sink.
It broke.
And spewed water all over the floor.
Chris.
Didn't study.
He went to Lowe's.
The sink.
Still broken.
The plumber comes tonight.
I.
Am busy.
Banging my head against the wall.
It broke.
And spewed water all over the floor.
Chris.
Didn't study.
He went to Lowe's.
The sink.
Still broken.
The plumber comes tonight.
I.
Am busy.
Banging my head against the wall.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Oh, you didn't come to visit the dog?
Harper has begun to see herself as the hostess with the most-ess...though perhaps our guests do not feel the same. It is not the norm, but we have had people over every day for a week now. This ranges from my grandparents as overnight guests, to contractors looking at the basement. Regardless of who the visitor is, though, Harper feels it is her job to occupy their time. Exclusively.
Take for example, Matt used as a pillow:
Or, holding court with the grandparents:
Last night, I was babysitting our friends' children (ages, I think, 8 months and 2 1/2), and I ended up having to put her up in her crate because she would NOT quit licking them. It's not that she's not friendly...it's that she's TOO friendly. Hmm... So, we are now on a mission to 1) Re-break the couch habit, 2) Tone down the licking (sorry Chris), and 3) Stop all jumping once and for all. Feel free to laugh at our ambition.
Take for example, Matt used as a pillow:
Or, holding court with the grandparents:
Last night, I was babysitting our friends' children (ages, I think, 8 months and 2 1/2), and I ended up having to put her up in her crate because she would NOT quit licking them. It's not that she's not friendly...it's that she's TOO friendly. Hmm... So, we are now on a mission to 1) Re-break the couch habit, 2) Tone down the licking (sorry Chris), and 3) Stop all jumping once and for all. Feel free to laugh at our ambition.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Rain, Rain Go Away
We're looking at about a week straight of rain at this point, which all started with 6" in 24 hours last Thursday to Friday. Unfortunately, during that first deluge, our basement flooded. "Flooded" may be a bit of an extreme term, as there was no standing water, but it has wreaked havoc here, yet again.
Although Chris needs to be studying, this week, he has been meeting with contractors to address the water and mold issues in our basement. When we pulled up the drenched carpet on Saturday morning, a smell eminated that was so strong that it burned our eyes. Unfortunately, that smell was all too identifiable as mold. It doesn't seem to have travelled too far, but we have removed all the carpet, and are in the process of tearing out the paneling, removing the bar, and seeking to address the issue. This is yet another instance in which we realize just how unethical the woman that sold us this house was. There is clearly evidence that the basement had flooded previously, yet she marked off "no water damage". Just like she marked off "no termite damage". And painted over the spot in the dining room where water from the leaking roof had perforated the ceiling. We do realize that there is very little we could do to recover any damages from her, as the court process would be long, difficult, and likely to cost more than any remedies we have had to pursue. Nevertheless, you better believe that if she ever showed up at our front door, there would not be a warm welcome.
We also just don't know how to handle it at this point. We are desperately trying to save money for various reasons right now, but this looks to be another multi-thousand dollar bill to install french drains, a sump, mold-proof, etc..., after just having spent almost that much to keep the dog alive. So..."savings" just starts to sound like a joke. Of course, insurance will do nothing to help since "flooding" is not covered. We're just tired. I've been joking every week with Chris that, "I promise that we won't have any major life events this week so that you can study and pass this test"...but I think I need to stop making that promise.
Although Chris needs to be studying, this week, he has been meeting with contractors to address the water and mold issues in our basement. When we pulled up the drenched carpet on Saturday morning, a smell eminated that was so strong that it burned our eyes. Unfortunately, that smell was all too identifiable as mold. It doesn't seem to have travelled too far, but we have removed all the carpet, and are in the process of tearing out the paneling, removing the bar, and seeking to address the issue. This is yet another instance in which we realize just how unethical the woman that sold us this house was. There is clearly evidence that the basement had flooded previously, yet she marked off "no water damage". Just like she marked off "no termite damage". And painted over the spot in the dining room where water from the leaking roof had perforated the ceiling. We do realize that there is very little we could do to recover any damages from her, as the court process would be long, difficult, and likely to cost more than any remedies we have had to pursue. Nevertheless, you better believe that if she ever showed up at our front door, there would not be a warm welcome.
We also just don't know how to handle it at this point. We are desperately trying to save money for various reasons right now, but this looks to be another multi-thousand dollar bill to install french drains, a sump, mold-proof, etc..., after just having spent almost that much to keep the dog alive. So..."savings" just starts to sound like a joke. Of course, insurance will do nothing to help since "flooding" is not covered. We're just tired. I've been joking every week with Chris that, "I promise that we won't have any major life events this week so that you can study and pass this test"...but I think I need to stop making that promise.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Versitile Blogger Award
Ok, since I have been so horribly quiet, I obviously must continue the award chain.
There are the rules in accepting this blog award.
1. Thank and link back to the person who gave you the award.
2. Share 7 things about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to other bloggers who you recently discovered and think are fabulous.
4. Contact the bloggers you choose and let them know they won the award.
Kat from Living with the Kings has just awarded me with the Versatile Blogger award!
There are the rules in accepting this blog award.
1. Thank and link back to the person who gave you the award.
2. Share 7 things about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to other bloggers who you recently discovered and think are fabulous.
4. Contact the bloggers you choose and let them know they won the award.
Man...7 whole things?
1) Most people I knew growing up placed bets on the fact that I'd go into the arts. I started playing violin at 3, cello at 11, and have always sang and acted. In the past couple years I did a commercial and still play in an orchestra (on cello), but largely have forgotten about my former dreams. Well...failed to follow them, and wonder why is probably more accurate.
2) I also was obsessed with costume design and would even sew costumes during classes in high school. Which may reveal exactly how cool I was. Today? I'm pretty much limited to curtains, pillows, and quilts.
3) I have crazy hands. I can pop quite a few of the joints out and turn my fingers unnatural directions. You probably don't want to see it.
4) I am as stereotypically Irish as they come. My ancestry is largely Irish. I adore potatoes and whiskey. I grew up in Dublin (Ohio), my high school mascot was the shamrocks, and I went to Notre Dame. I did live in Ireland briefly in college and was known as the biggest Irish wanna-be ever.
5) I am NOT observant. My poor husband is forever complaining that I don't notice when he gets his hair cut...oh, and I'm married to a girly man (kidding, hun. love ya).
6) I pretty much always have a stomach ache. My husband thought I was trying to blow him off when I got sick on both of our 1st two dates. Nope, just the weakest stomach ever.
7) I never leave the house without being covered in pet hair. I swear we clean. A lot. My fur-babies just never let up.
Ok, and versitile bloggers: (and I tried not to repeat Kat)
1) A Quick Remark
2) Bogue and Weejer
3) Faith Fitness Fun
4) Katy's Never-ending Story
5) Mother Runner
2) I also was obsessed with costume design and would even sew costumes during classes in high school. Which may reveal exactly how cool I was. Today? I'm pretty much limited to curtains, pillows, and quilts.
3) I have crazy hands. I can pop quite a few of the joints out and turn my fingers unnatural directions. You probably don't want to see it.
4) I am as stereotypically Irish as they come. My ancestry is largely Irish. I adore potatoes and whiskey. I grew up in Dublin (Ohio), my high school mascot was the shamrocks, and I went to Notre Dame. I did live in Ireland briefly in college and was known as the biggest Irish wanna-be ever.
5) I am NOT observant. My poor husband is forever complaining that I don't notice when he gets his hair cut...oh, and I'm married to a girly man (kidding, hun. love ya).
6) I pretty much always have a stomach ache. My husband thought I was trying to blow him off when I got sick on both of our 1st two dates. Nope, just the weakest stomach ever.
7) I never leave the house without being covered in pet hair. I swear we clean. A lot. My fur-babies just never let up.
Ok, and versitile bloggers: (and I tried not to repeat Kat)
1) A Quick Remark
2) Bogue and Weejer
3) Faith Fitness Fun
4) Katy's Never-ending Story
5) Mother Runner
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