Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Interesting view on gay marriage. FROM TEXAS!!

Joe sent me and a few others this article and I felt compelled to share it with everyone. Great message. Somewhat extreme, but to the point.

Happy New Year everyone. I am working on the year in review post!



The logic of gay marriage
Arnold H. Loewy, Published: Dec 01, 2008 12:30 AM
LUBBOCK, TEXAS - The issue of gay marriage has come to the forefront. Our deep division on the issue can be seen by the narrow passage of California's anti-gay marriage proposal, followed by protests across the country. Courts seem continuously willing to invalidate limitations on gay marriage.
If we assume, as some contend, that the question is one for legislative, rather than judicial, resolution, how should we want our representatives to decide the question?
The easy and intuitive answer is to just say "no." Marriage is between a man and a woman. That's the way it has always been and will always be. End of debate.
On reflection, I have serious doubt that this is the best answer, and here is why.
Assume that Charlie, who has always been attracted to men, is currently in love with George and would like to make that relationship permanent and solemnize it with a marriage. What do we want him to do?
Well, let us consider the possibilities.
Many would say: "Let him turn from his evil ways and fall in love with a woman and eventually marry her."
Let us assume that Charlie does that and dates various women and eventually falls in love with Megan. Now, assume that Megan is your daughter or sister (or for that matter, you). Would you want a closeted homosexual who really prefers men to women to marry Megan?
I suspect that most of you said "no." You would not want a gay, who is pretending to be straight, to marry anyone you cared about or certainly not yourself. And why not? Because you fear, probably correctly, that eventually he may be unhappy that he cannot have an affair with a man, and that unhappiness will spill over into the marriage.
So, with that option off of the table, what do we want him to do?
Well, perhaps he could just be celibate. So let's say that Charlie tries that course of action, what can we expect?
Regrettably, we can probably expect Charlie to be a less happy and less productive person than he would have been had he been sexually satisfied. At worst, we may even increase the chances that he will turn into a sexual predator. So compelled celibacy does not seem like a very promising alternative.
Well, perhaps we can say: "OK Charlie, have your homosexual flings if you must, but don't make your relationship permanent." But surely we don't want to encourage promiscuity. Such behavior would increase his risk of disease (and eventual dependence on society's resources to care for him).
So, if given Charlie's homosexual proclivities, we don't want him to be with a woman, we don't want him to be celibate and we don't want him to be promiscuous, that leaves a permanent relationship with George as his only alternative.
Then, if we actually do want Charlie to have a permanent relationship with George, what do we want their status to be called?
Conventional wisdom seems to be: Let's call it a "civil union." That way they can have many of the rights of married people: hospital visitation, insurance dependency, tax breaks and the like, but we don't have to think of them as married like us. And our own marriages won't be cheapened or demeaned by sharing that status with a gay couple.
As to cheapening or demeaning marriage, I simply don't believe that. My marriage to my precious wife will not be cheapened one whit if all of the homosexuals in the land who wished to marry were permitted to do so.
I fear that what really may be afoot is the perceived need for heterosexual superiority.
At one time in our nation's history, Christians were favored over non-Christians, men were favored over women, whites were favored over blacks and heterosexuals were favored over homosexuals. The first three categories are gone. Non-Christians, women and blacks are all entitled to be treated equally. So, the last bastion of superiority remaining is that we heterosexuals can marry the mates of our choice, but you homosexuals cannot.
The nation has been well-served by eliminating notions of inferiority based on religion, gender and race. It would be similarly well-served by eliminating notions of inferiority based on sexual preference.
(Arnold H. Loewy is the George Killam professor of criminal law at Texas Tech school of Law and Graham Kenan professor emeritus at the UNC School of Law.)

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Christmas Miracles......


The time is 6am. It is Tuesday, December 23. Two days until the day arrives.

I am anticipating.
Procrastinating.
Emulating.
Working to death "ating".
Celebrating.
Ponder "ating".
and Reflecting.

What a year. (I will have a WHOLE posting on the closing of the 2008 year!)

I just left Laura's blog concerning her Grandfather's passing. It has touched me in ways I had long forgotten. I truly have to follow her advice and life lesson. I've had my share, but I guess it takes a slap in the face from someone you love to reinforce it. Forgiveness. What a word.

Joseph has often told me, much to my own folly, to let go of the past and move on. To, as Laura said, "not hold the grudge" and move past it. Strong words. Even stronger to achieve....

As everyone knows from these blog postings. I miss and yearn for my "siblings" and the connection we once had. I am through blaming. Through belly aching. Through the "re-living" of how I did them wrong and they did me wrong. My gift to myself this year is that of forgiveness of my "SELF". And of every feeling that conjures up my resentment and anger. I have to realize that WE, not just me or them, chose this path. I can either stay on it, or get off it. I choose to get off it. I am vowing to myself to stay in contact with them. I am going to try and rebuild what we had, only better.

In a years time, I have completely turned my life around. With the support of many people. Old and new. Fights, arguments, tears and laughter. They have all contributed to my growth. In essence, a christmas miracle. Rodney has begun the "way overdue" process of adulthood.



Christmas this year is the happiest time I can remember. No ties. No guilt. No remorse for anything. (Other than the extra 15 pounds I have packed on!) I am just thankful and blessed to be involved with the most precious man and the greatest group of friends on the planet.

SO....in between the hours for work, the running around with friends, the precious time with my baby Joe and Maxx......I sit and smile to myself. Smile for all the right reasons. Smile with the warmth of a hot furnace vent blowing up a blanket in which I am wrapped!........

I love you all.
I miss the people who have left my life.
I anticipate the arrival of the new.

Merry Christmas everyone. Be sure to ring a bell or two in the next few days. You all deserve your own set up wings!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

CHRISTMAS MADNESS!!


IS IT DECEMBER 26TH YET???

Crazy, crazy, crazy. It is so refreshing to be among the free and willing this Christmas. Cards, parties, gifts, WORK, and running. I forgot how much I love it! The whole deal. I was not in a very "festive" mood in the beginning of the month but Mr. Scrooge has left the building!

I have been tormenting my younger co-workers with a new Holiday decoration everyday. There are at this moment, THREE mechanical santas, one christmas tree, two christmas wreaths, and the words HO-HO-HO in our office. This is a first!

I sometimes forget the true meaning of this holiday.

Friends.
Family.

Is there any difference? Not in my life.

Quite a bit has happened in a weeks time.

Dr. Small lost her only link to her mother's side of her family. (My heart and soul are with you! As are everyone else's!)
Uncle Edward got a new car.
Cass and Jaxx had one of THE BEST parties I have ever attended! (See the pics on the side!)
Joe returned home after 2 days of travel, instead of being gone for a week!
Work has been insane! (it is normally slow this time of the year!--watch the news for something HUGE!! It is going to rock Missouri's world!)
I spoke with my REAL family. Headed to Ste. Genevieve this weekend.

All in all, not enough time for everything!!

IT IS FABULOUS!!!

SO.....

In the time honored tradition of last minute Christmas madness I wish everyone who reads this a very Merry and safe and healthy and loving Christmas! See some of you before, see some of you the day of, and see some of you after.....Whenever I see you...know this.

You are loved and blessed to be a part of this worlds light. I am thankful for everyone of you. You all, in your own way, have helped create a new man.

Feliz "Naked" Dudes!

rodney

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Christmas Cards.

I sit here, on Tuesday morning, not at work. Here at home with a splitting sinus headache. It hurts more to lie down than to sit up. I want to take a drill and shove it up my nose to drain my sinuses. Pretty huh? You get the picture.

Yesterday afternoon I spent the day making Christmas cards. Yes, I know, GAY!!

Now the task of addressing envelopes and finding addresses awaits me! I will give you a little sneak peek at what is going to be in the envelopes. It is just too cute not put up here!




Have a good day, and here is to hoping my head either drains or explodes!

peace.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

CHRISTMAS EXPLOSIONS!

Well, the season has officially kicked off!

Friday night to Carrie Underwood. Loved it. The opening act, Little Big Town, was FABULOUS! I forgot how smooth their voices sound. Carrie was allright. In my opinion, from watching the show, she is just a little "much" into her own hype. I've heard these rumors for a while, and I can honestly believe them! Packed arena. College girls were behind us. I got three free beer showers! UGG. From the concert we headed to Hummell's to do our best Carrie impressions with the microphone. It wasn't pretty! (Check out the blond, luscious wigs on everyone from the pre-concert party to karaoke afterwards! Some people should not become blondes! Me being the number one!)

Saturday was NON-STOP from the moment we got out of bed, literally, until the moment we dropped back in it at 1:30am. The day began at Luvy Duvy's for breakfast with the gang. It was a very nice turnout. Babies, mo's, and gossip about the night before. (God, I love mornings like that with friends and coffee!) From Luvy Duvy's to the stores. Joe and I shopped for about 3 hours after breakfast. Went home, had a play date with Dexter and Maxx. (The dogs, you dirty whores!) Chilled for about 45 minutes and proceeded with the evenings festivities. John, Kevin and Bill hosted the first party. Beautiful home. Different mixture of friends. Interesting party. Not great. Not weird. Not my usual crowd, but it was good.

From their party to Dr. Small's house we went. CRAZY! (Check out the pics to the right!) Laughter, jokes, MORE GOSSIP!, and tons of food. Dr. Small, you outdid yourself this year! I couldn't believe all the toys for the tots that were collected.

As I sit here typing this, an overwhelming need for a nap has taken a hold of my body. Enjoy the pics. Hope everyone had a great weekend.

See some of you at Sunday School later this afternoon!

peace.

Friday, December 5, 2008

SO TRUE!!.........SO TRUE!!!

It is a little scary the resemblence to these two "Earl" characters and their motivational posters. I have said BOTH!!!



TRUE.......sorry friends........you know it is!


God@#%@! birds. RATS WITH WINGS.......shifty little mo-fo's!!

First Christmas Party...


The holiday season officially began last night! The building I work in downtown hosted a "holiday feast". It was two hours long, happy hour style, for all the tenants. It was a nice way to kick off the holiday, "maalox moment", celebrations. Work associates, new friends, and Joe! It was very nice. We called it the pre-pre party to the pre-party for Carrie Underwood this evening!


Met up with Dr. Small, who was going to "collect" money for her tickets, for appetizers. Had some cheer with a few people we haven't seen in a while, and came home to Earl. (I love me some Joy!)

Thursday, December 4, 2008

"You can't stop the music..........."


Okay, avid readers.
Question?
When the hell did I get old?





I used to live for the Grammy nominations.
I relish the nominations for Oscars.
The Grammy's and the Oscar's.
The gay mans World Series and Superbowl.

WHAT THE F@$%?


I just read the list of nominations for the Grammy's on February 8, 2009. Guess what? I knew about 10 of the nominees! UGGGG.................

Lil Wayne? Lollipop? Have I become so "set" in my Carrie Underwood, Sugarland, 90's Madonna, and Karaoke ways? Have I become my mother who used to sit and listen to the golden oldies station?

WHEN DID IT HAPPEN?
IS IT ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE?

I remember back to my nieces asking me if "I was going to play that old music in the car, if so, they were not riding with me!" The old music was grooves and tunes from the late 80's and early 90's. And that was 5 years ago!

I have always considered myself "up to date".
I usually am clued into the latest "crazes" and fashions.
I used to be the first to jump on any good fad.

UGGG........Not anymore.

Now I am understanding my Mother's and my Grandmother's view on the future.

~~ DON'T GO! ~~

I have always been an old soul. I love "old" stuff. "Old" folks. "Old" ways of life. Nostalgic is the word, I believe. I've come to realize that life comes in waves. For example.



My grandmother loved Dean Martin. Hated the Beatles.


My Mother loved the Beatles, Hated Madonna.



Myself. Beatles SUCK, and we all know how I love my Madge!





What is amazing in this revelation, to me-maybe not to you, is the era in which everyone picks their favorite music. Just stop to think of your favorite songs, and the time in your life when it was HUGE. The music that is.

Remember how it set your life on fire?
Remember how you thought you were going to conquer the world?
"I made it through the wilderness" compared to "she loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah" compared to "when the moon hits your eye, like a bigga pizza pie"?

Come on. Is there any debate?

NOW....."My making it through the wilderness" is competing with an era of "lollipops" and "thugs"?

God, it makes you miss The Carpenters! (eating disorder and all, she was still "on top of the world looking down on creation!")

Anyone for a tic-tac and a glass of water?

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Something interesting......ME!


Okay, avid blog readers. The message has been sent. Kiss it! If you want facts on George Bush, you can find them yourselves! I just wanted you all to know, as if you didn't, my view on the Idiot in Chief right now. I am sorry if I sounded like those freaks on the FOX network! (I honestly had forgotten the demographics of my "blog" group!)

On to more interesting and fun things! December is shaping up to be a busy month. Joe is traveling much of the month. The "festive" holiday season is approaching--quicker than I like. And our social calendar, Joe and mine, rivals that of Paris Hilton! We look better anyway! If Thanksgiving is any indication of our Christmas schedule, LORD, LORD, LORD, help us!

This week got off on a bad foot with both of us fighting some respiratory "thing". Not infection, not funk, just "blah". Draining us both of life and comfort. It was quite interesting to listen to us decorate the house on Sunday and Monday with our sickness! Thank GOD for Nyquil and tylenol! KUDOS to Joe on finishing up the majority of it! I can move a mean box, and pack some meaner items upstairs. The house is beautiful. I will post some pictures later this week.

We both passed on darts Tuesday night. No way could we have did that! I got exhausted walking from the couch to the kitchen to the bathroom, and OH MY GOD, downstairs to iron my work clothes! I was in bed by 9:30. I fell asleep watching Prince Caspian and King Peter fight those evil humans! Needless to say, all is well in Narnia! (I love those movies!)

I arose this morning at 4:45, to my amazement, feeling much better. I am planning an attack for this weekend in my head. I have to make preparations. There is just WAY too many things going on!

Tonight and tomorrow night we have to get all our running done for the next two weeks. Joe will be leaving on Sunday for a two week business trip. UGG!!! I hate to admit this, but the thought of Christmas shopping and Christmas planning without him has me going crazy! I wonder if we can get it all done in two days? DOUBTFUL!

Friday starts with a bang.

Pre-party for Miss Carrie Underwood at Uncle Edwards, hosted by the venerable twosome John and Roger. CAN YOU FREEKIN' BELIEVE WE ARE GOING TO SEE THIS ANGEL ON EARTH? Her voice, in Mike Myer's words "is like buttah!". I am antsy here waiting for the opening! Oh, and Little Big Town, her opening act? The country answer to Abba? WOW! We have 14 of us going in this motley group. How much fun can 13 homos and 1 straight girl have at a concert? Stay tuned for the details and the pics!

Saturday. Day. A day of running, shopping, plucking, tweezing, facial masks, and tanning! One couple must look FABULOUS for the parties! We have a reputation to uphold!

Saturday. Evening. TWO Christmas parties. One for an appearance. The first party is at a home occupied by three men who cohabitate together. We met this interesting and fun trio at one of our many pool parties this summer. It should be interesting, to say the least.
The other party is for fun filled frivolity! This party is being hosted by Dr. Small and her partner Terri. They are doing something great this year. NO GIFTS, but donations to Toys for Tots. I personally think they should require a toy for every shot that is poured at this shindig! We could supply every kid in St. Louis with two or three toys!

Sunday. Day. A morning of sadness. My Joe will be leaving in the mid afternoon for work. Watch out Uncle Edward. Rodney is going to need a date and a shoulder to "cry" on. Make sure Uncle Jim B. is available for counseling!

SO, fellow friends, and even you "anonymous".....may your life be as full and fun and fantastic as mine! See most of you this weekend! If not sooner!

PS.....Thanks to all of you who have sent emails and postings about the "anonymous" person. I am quite over it. Their way of thinking does not effect mine!"

xoxo, peace.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

ONLY 50 DAYS LEFT!!


Please check out this link. It amazes me the amount of damage one president can do in 8 years time.

http://www.bushlies.net/homebiglies.html

OBAMA/CLINTON WAVES....


In the past week, many political stories have surfaced about the nomination of Hillary to Secretary of State. The latest saying it will be announced Monday morning at his transition headquarters in Chicago.

Could President elect Barack be any smarter?

This man is singlehandlely moving America into the stratosphere that America used to reside. Here's a wish for a successful four years, possibly eight, of unification of global needs and American dreams.

Kudo's to you Barack. This is only one of many, many smart, strong, steps in the rebuilding and rebirth of America.

TACO BELL HYSTERICS.

My sister, Dr. Small, sent me this link. It is hysterical. I, like her, laughed the entire time....


"you go ahead and pay for it, I will mail you a check in a month!"

Enjoy!

Friday, November 28, 2008

Reflections of Turkey Day 2008.....

Gobble, Gobble, Gobble.

Thanksgiving 2008.

A day of traveling. A day of Carrie Underwood. (She finally went to bed at about 10pm-Joe and I told her to save her voice for next Friday!) An overindulgence of food. A mind shattering FOUR families to share the holiday. A perfect day with my man, Joseph. The only thing missing was little Maxx, but he survived alone at home!

The day started on a wobbly foot. (Thanks Bastille and friends for a fun night of Karaoke!--Hey Dr. Small, want a vodka/tonic? LOL!!!)

Joe and I started the day at his father and stepmother's house. It was like stepping through the looking glass to past holidays and a glow for the future of our relationship. Four brothers. All nicer than the next. All with "youngsters", all with a loving partner. Pop and Mom welcomed me into the mix with open arms. Kids playing underfoot. Laughter. A sense of comfortability that I thought would never occur. I was truly amazed. I was truly humbled. Joe's family is very accepting of our life. They are very accepting of "us". No eyes batted. No weird looks. Just genuine feelings. Oh. And food. I had decided to pace myself because of the four stops in the long, torturous day of binge eating. We left there about 2pm and headed to stop number 2.

Stop number two was with my new "two" moms. Joe's mother and her life partner. Another mix of family. This family is SO like my immediate family it is frightening. Joe's mother sat with me on the front porch for about an hour. Just talking. She recently lost her mother, and I guess she could sense the longing in my heart for that "motherly" touch. Nothing heavy. No dire discussions. Just intimate small talk about our respective families and the way I am mixing into the fold of Joe's family. For the first time since my own Mother's passing, it was a warm feeling in my heart for her memory. Not a sad one for the loss of her. Intermittent conversations with the rest of family......but it really came to life when we were discussing someone else's problems. OF COURSE! I could have peed my pants when I found out they are a "young and restless" family! We ALL got excited talking about the "staches" return with Ashley, Katherine's "death", and how the teen/young adult stories need to fly out the window! (Oh, and for the record! It gives me the heebie-jeebies to think about Paul and Nikki doing the nasty!) It was great. Turkey day, part two with this family is on Saturday. I have to watch the TIVO to get caught up on Y & R before then!

We left "my new two moms" around 430-500ish to head to our third stop. Of course, we had to stop to let the Maxx-EE-Mo out. He was not happy! We had to literally carry him back into the house to get back on the road!

Uncle Edward's was stop three! All guards were down. All inhibitions out the window. We had arrived at real "families" house! Roger and John, in their best Rachel Ray impersonations, were busy little beavers stuffing and basting in the kitchen. (Cooking you freaks! Hard to believe, but cooking! not basting and stuffing each other!--And yes, they even dress alike to cook a fucking turkey!!) Uncle Edward was on his perch directing traffic with his best friend Jim. Bean.
Chris and Sophia laughing and loving. And the star of the evening-my Baxter! (Yes, I know his name is Dexter, but I love messing with Roger when it comes to this baby!)
Great food, great company. And for those of you keeping score, meal number three! Thanksgiving has new meaning now thanks to Uncle Edward and Sordid Lives. Nothing says turkey day like Leslie Jordan in drag! Chris and I pulled the short straws and got kitchen duty. (OH! Roger, don't forget that email to Rachel Ray about the disaster in the oven! The bitch! We should have flown her ass to St. Louis to clean the bottom of the oven! BTW-It was a delicous meal! You two did great!)

The time is now 8:30 and off to stop FOUR! Dr. Small and Terri's. Now, remember. We had all celebrated the night before Thanksgiving, and our own, little, precious Dr. Small drank some vodka. Vodka is not her friend! LOL!! I am sure she will post her days activities, so I won't blog hustle her story! She did a great job, she looked a little like the turkey carcass in the pan, but her food was delicous. YES...DINNER/MEAL FOUR!! Joe and I had decided on the way to stop four that we were so stuffed we couldn't eat another bite. WRONG!! It would have been un-Southern for us to turn down the offerings! In my head I likened the final stop to Sophia's return to the real world after her stint in jail. "Sophia home, sophia home." We ate, looked at sales ads (Terri and her daughters WORSHIP the day after Thanksgiving!)and made tentative plans for the weekend. It was now 10pm.

We rushed home to play with Maxx. Watch a little TV. Put our FAT pants on, and relax. We watched Old Christine, for the record-one of the funniest shows on TV right now. And guess what! We ate again! I know, fat fat water rat! I had to have me some bran flakes! If you know what I mean!! Joe tackled a turkey leg. We should have been shot!

I ended my evening as usual. Doing my crossword puzzles until I got tired. Joe on the other side watching the last episode of the "Shield". Maxx in betwixt us in doggie heaven! A perfect ending to a perfect day.

Now, in hindsight, I find it quite exhillerating that I only thought of my immediate family twice yesterday. I am moving forward. I have accepted that part of my life has ended as I knew it. I am willing to embrace whatever comes my way concerning my siblings. If nothing, so be it. If something, on new terms for all of us. I miss them, but I don't let that feeling dictate my happiness or my future any longer. My life is TOO full of loving people for me to feel as if I am missing something when it comes to family.

So, now I must get my turkey and dressing going for all my "family" that is out shopping in this madness! I told everyone to stop in anytime after 1pm for my bird and bread.

Thanks to all that made yesterday possible. I love you Joe. I love your family. I love my friends.

Sophia home, sophia home.................

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Anonymous said...

The following response to my blog was left anonymously from someone who "knows" me better than I know myself. I had to share it.


Rodney, you truly need to grow up. You have SOOOOOOOOO much more than any one person could ever wish for and still you moan and groan.

You live in a beautiful home with one of the world's most beautiful men and still it never seems enough for you.

This "Whoa is me" crap really has to come to end.

It's all played out...

26/11/08 11:43 AM


First off "Anonymous".

I agree with everything you state. I am GROWING up, that is the process I am working through. Unlike your "perfect" life, or jealous "life".....I AM WORKING ON IT!

I'll tell you this. Let's trade lives for one day. One day.

You get up. Go to a shitty job where you are judged solely on the "color" of your skin. Judged for the simple fact that you can put two sentences together and form an opinion of intelligence. And when I say judge, not in the positive way. Yes, reverse racism is alive and well in 2008! Not just against gay people, but those of us not fortunate enough to have had "perfect" worlds with Mom's and Dad's, stable homes, secure pasts, strong families.....

You then get to this job, deal with "stoners" and "children".
Then with your two fifteen minute breaks try to convince potential employers that you are not as bad as it sounds.
Compound that with the fact of my "estranged" family, whom-before this incarceration-I was very included.
Add that to the pitiful wage I earn, the support I take from Joe, and my "anonymous" and close friends....
Figure in the fact that I can't leave the city limits without a permission slip.

Oh, and add in the looking over my shoulder for "forces" of the unknown. (Not unseen people, just conditioning from "rehab".)

Joe sent out an email two days ago and was very thankful for everyone in his life, especially me.

I FEEL THE SAME WAY.

You comment on the fact I live in a beautiful home with a beautiful man. VERY TRUE. But, let me ask you this? What do you see when you come into this home? (As you obviously have-"not so anonymous") Do you see two people sharing a life? Ups, downs, fights, love, struggle, and getting by.........How quick one is to judge from a posting on MY blog.

In your statement "it never seems enough for me", guess what, it doesn't. What you misjudge and misread is the context of my statements. Am I that shallow? Am I that insincere? Life should never be enough for anyone! When one starts thinking life is great and there is nothing left to accomplish or achieve, one is dead.

And for your "whoa is me" thinking? Get a grip. I am sure your "anonymous" ass has never had a low day. A day where you fall into bed and think, "damn--thank god--I survived!" Yet, you still get up, face your life, and try to move forward.

ALL PLAYED OUT? Many of my "old" friends had a problem with me coming home from prison. Many HAVE a problem that I have picked up the pieces of my life and have and am trying to move forward.

Guess what?

I don't care.

It amazes me the liberty a person takes when hid behind an "anonymous" persona. I want to thank you "anonymous", you have proved, without a doubt, my long standing ideals as to my "friends".

I started this blog, like everyone else, to share my thoughts, work through my troubles, connect with other people. (YES--other people--who don't have the perfect life of an "anonymous" person.)

I WILL NO LONGER EMAIL MY "FRIENDS" WITH MY THOUGHTS, CONCERNS, FAILURES OR TRIUMPHS. If you want to read MY "blog".....read it, express your opinion, yet, realize, everything in the universe is returned threefold.

The one thing about this posting that bothers me?

It has tainted my view of "everyone"........

I have to be honest.
Old friends.
New friends.
Anonymous friends....

The problem is this......everyone is in the same group.

I DID THE CRIME.
I PAID THE TIME.
I DEAL WITH IT EVERYDAY............

I FORCE "NO ONE" TO LIVE IT, WALK WITH ME, OR BE IN MY LIFE.....

PERHAPS YOUR "ANONYMOUS" ASS SHOULD THINK ABOUT YOUR TWO FACED LIVING AND HAVE THE BALLS TO SAY THESE AND THE MANY OTHER THINGS YOU THINK ABOUT ME TO MY FACE! PERHAPS IN OUR "BEAUTIFUL" HOME!!

Happy Turkey Day.

In the cold air that is life, sometimes we are forced to remember bad times. Forced to absorb everything full circle. Forced to face our own life. Forced to move forward when the subliminal is trying to tell you to shut down. Such is the case this week.....

It has been an interesting ride, this life of mine, for the last 4 days. Up, down, quiet, boisterous, happy, sad. I could never quite figure out why. I could never really put my finger on it. Until yesterday.

Damn.

Damn.

Damn.

Exactly 3 days to the anniversary, of a horrible incident that occurred while I was in "rehab". I had pushed this incident far, far, far out of my mind. At least I thought I had.

Yesterday at work, I was working on a brief and testimony for one of our clients. I will not give the details. I will not dwell on the subject. I will only say that it was like a slap in my face. There I was, working on this "brief" and encountering everything full circle again in my head. I could not shake it for quite some time. I went to bed last night reliving the horror of that night one year ago.........

Rough night.
Belly ache.
Mind twisting.
Maxx wet on my side of the bed.

Yet. I am thankful for the blessings of my "life".

Saturday I was extremely upset with my family.
Their complete lack of my existence.
Their complete disregard for my familial ties.
Their complete lack of common courtesy.

I am over it.

I should be ashamed of my riches. (As I post regularly)

One year ago today I was somewhere where life seemed but a dream.
An existence beyond the walls was just a folly.....

I am thankful for everyone in my life.
I am thankful for Maxx peeing on my bed.
I am thankful for the blessing of a wonderful man in my life.
I am thankful for the joy of a life full of choices........

Too many times I dwell on the pain of the past.
Too many times I think I will never get anywhere.
Too many times I overlook the obvious.
Too many times I think I need more.
Too many times I want more.

Thank you life for the life I have been given.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I am truly blessed to have you in my life!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

TEARS TO MY EYES

I found this pic in some of my old postings. I have to remember it and take it to heart!!

Prison of life.

As I sit here and reflect upon the last two hours of my life, my head throbs.
My heart aches.
My mind buzzes.
My soul is grateful.

Another life lesson, learned the hard way.

For months now I have been living what, I thought, was the perfect life.

Great man.
Great friends.
Great job.
Great feelings of a future success.

There is only one problem.....

I was doing it all for the wrong reason.

About an hour ago, prison ran through my mind.
In prison there is no thinking.
No world problems.
No life expectations.

I realize that my life has not changed.
I still am not doing my own thinking.
I am still following rules.
I am still trying to fit into a place where I don't belong.
I am trying to be everything for everyone but ME.

This is just a place of survival.

I feel, right now, as I did that first day I was released from prison.

Scared.
Petrified, to be exact.
Excited.
Thrilled.
and....

lonely.

I have been very fortunate since my release. Understanding, love, and support have come from the people closest in my life.

That has to change.

I am totally thankful for everyone.
I am totally thankful for my life.
I am totally thankful for my future.

I just have to do this on my own.

Someone very close just told me he tried to solve all my problems.
He said he believed in me.
He said he helped me.
He said he loves me.

The problem is this.

How am I to become my own man if I am allowing everyone, society, and my enemies to dictate my place in this/their world?

I realize I am not 18.
I realize I am being severe.
I realize I have to fix it.

My mother comes to my mind right now.
She always told me.
"Life has a price. To have the life you want, you have to decide who is going to be the highest bidder. YOU or someone else?"


What scares me is the thought that I have been bought.

Not by one, but by many.

Transformation.

In the quest for equal rights in the USA, many people have sacrificed many things. Many people have laid down their lives. Many people have transcended hate only to come out on the other side of the issue. Most, sit back, watch, and either ignore or comment. Few come to the actual actions of "standing up" for what is right.

I am proud to say that I was one of the 1,000 plus people who transcended on the Old Courthouse on November 15, 2008.

It was an awe inspiring event. I have never been witness to so much positive energy in one location.

The time has come for all of mankind to recognize the differences in their fellow human and embrace it. Not repulse it. Not refute it. Not deny it.

Peace.

Friday, November 14, 2008

NATIONAL DAY OF PROTEST.


Hey all. Just wanted to drop a quick note to get everyone down to the Old Courthouse, Saturday, Noveber 15, 2008 at noon. A nationwide rally is being held in opposition of Prop 8 in California.

I have to confess. I am very excited and fired up about this rally. Posters have been made. Emails have been sent. My only hope is that we have a turnout to rival Barack's visit!

I'll post pictures from the event this weekend. Hope to see you there!

Click on the title of this post to get the St. Louis information.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

STE. GENEVIEVE COUNTY!

It is with extreme pride that I give a shout out to Ste. Genevieve for choosing Barack Obama. Again, my home county has bucked the republican trend in Missouri and made the smart choice.

Here's the full story:
http://www.stegenherald.com/news/1%20news.html\

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Hope....


I must confess. I must speak my mind. This week has been a troubling one. Not because of elections, racism, or gay rights. It is because of my life....

Literally.

One month ago I switched my primary care doctor from the Grace Hill Clinic to a private practice. (YEAH!!--health insurance finally!!) Initially, after my release from prison, I went to the clinic because it was all I could afford. Grace Hill was great. Friendly, helpful. Just overworked and understaffed. I got the basics done. Blood testing, routing medications, and the such. When I switched to my new doctor I had a top of the head to the tip of my feet physical examination done. THANK GOD!

Due to a "situation" in prison. I get Hep C, HIV, and STD tests done every three months. I know it seems extreme. I know it sounds like overkill. I have to be honest. (Momma is just to YOUNG and PRETTY to die or have drippy "you know what"!) I have had negative test results for the last 9 months. Only 1.25 years to go and I will give up the insane "testing" for these diseases.

I had these tests ran along with blood counts, cholesterol levels, and the routine blood work for a full physical examination.

I had an "issue" that had to be resolved with colo-rectal specialists and was referred to a different doctor/surgeon.

This is where the life altering began.

I had a small procedure scheduled and, because of my family history, a colonoscopy was ordered. (This is where it gets all Katie Couric!)

The colonoscopy was done. I had 6 polyps. SIX POLYPS. They were removed. The doctor told me not to worry they would be tested for cancer. In his opinion, four of them looked like a normal polyp but two of them had him doubting.

Talk about stressful.
Talk about reverting back to 1994.
Talk about eye opening.

In 1994, my mother was diagnosed with squamous cell cancer of the lungs. It was the most horrific scene in life I had, up until this point, ever witnessed. Anyone who has dealt with cancer or watched a loved one fight it, knows exactly what I am talking about. The good news. My mother beat her lung cancer. Two horrible years of chemo and radiation. Two years that changed my mother forever. (Whole different blog entry!) My mother, when she died, had been cancer free for 10+ years. The doctors had labled her a medical miracle.

In 1999, my father died of cirhossis of the liver. He drank himself to death. It was a horrible death. We later found out, after his death, he was full of cancer.

My paternal and maternal Grandmothers both died from cancer. Numerous aunts and uncles have fought it over the years.

SO....

One can understand my fear and anxiety. I, initially, kept all of this to myself. The thought of this disease entering into my world. Mind you, I had no concrete evidence other than two crazy looking polyps to base my fears. It didn't matter. Once you hear the word cancer and your life in the same sentence, life changes. To complicate matters, Joe was in Tampa, Barack was changing history, and California decided chickens, calves, and pregnant pigs get a better value of life than homosexuals. Not trying to be dramatic, but I needed something to divert my attention from "poor, pitiful me".

I researched colon cancer on the web. Talk about horror stories. I had already placed myself 6 feet in the ground.
I cried.
I laughed.
I remembered my family.

I vowed to live.

I got the initial results of the "questionable" polyps on Wednesday. They appeared pre-cancerous. I had to see a different doctor and he ordered a MRI. I had the MRI yesterday and got the results.

NO CANCER FOR NOW.

I have to be retested every six months.
I have to change the way I live my life.
I have to focus on health.
I have to focus on QUALITY OF LIFE!

All of this over 6 polyps and a tube shoved up my butt! It is easy to reflect on it now. It is not easy explaining this via the blog to my friends who knew something was off, but couldn't put their finger on it. It is even harder since I faced this alone, without my family. My real family.

I have "family" here. I love them dearly. I just couldn't come to most of them without feeling as if "here he goes again" with a new drama or new crisis. I, ultimately, had to fight this disease. My mentality was not at its best!

The good news. Rodney is still here with a fully functioning colon!
The bad news. Rodney hates changing his habits!

Being beautiful is hard enough, but now, being healthy? UGGGGG.....

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Riddle me this California?




California, can I ask you something?

Chickens, calves and pregnant pigs have more rights and a better "living condition" than homosexuals? I am trying to understand the rationale between the two. People care enough about farm animals, yet-dear lord-,not homosexual couples? Propostion 2 in California sets up fines up to a $1,000.00 for the mistreatment and crowding of animals raised for consumption! IT PASSED! 63% of Californians saw this as a pressing issue and passed this law. Yet, Propostion 8 was won by the narrow, REPUBLICAN voters. I compared the demographics of the propositional voting to the presidential voting. Guess what? You got it REPUBLICANVILLE, CALIFORNIA, USA. It is almost EXACTLY the same! The California counties that McCain carried are the strongest for the Prop 8 measure to fail.

See the exact results here! http://vote.sos.ca.gov/

It is SOOOOO refreshing to know that my personal happiness and that of my fellow "homos" is not as important as a damn chickens happiness to grow and roam before it is butchered!

Uncle Edward told me this is not the last of it. President Obama will place new judges on the Supreme Court and they will overturn it as unconstitutional.

Gee.....Maybe when I am 60 I will legally be able to marry the "man" I love!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

UNBELIEVABLE!!

Today just keeps rolling along. Found a few hoodies at Target for $3.99 and the cutest little hat! Maxx is crazy. He will not stop barking! I love him, but jeez!!! I won't yell at him. It is his way of "protecting" me from what/whomever. (this is not the topic of this blog.)



Okay.
Picture it.
November 5, 2008.
Approx. 4pm.
Bank of America. Chippewa and Hampton.

I have stopped to cash my payroll check. The bank is "overly-friendly" in my opinion. I had three different women ask if I needed cash back or if I was going to deposit. I needed cash back. Then they wanted me open an account. NOT HAPPENING! I go to the center of the bank and get in the line for the tellers. There is 6 of us in line. Obama news is blaring over the TV in the lobby for all to hear. It is drowning out the small talk at the teller windows. (Thank God!)

I'm dressed as a typical south city dweller. Shorts, T-shirt, and tennis shoes. There are a few men in suits. A few ladies in slack and sweater combo's. And one lady that looked like she fell off the MaryKay delivery truck. This lady caught my attention from her coiffe' and perfume smell. (Color me beautiful, she was quite dashing for a mid 60's, early 70's woman.) She was taking longer than all six of us in line to get to a teller. I went to the counter. Did my business. And the lady, color me beautiful lady, was walking towards the door to leave. I strolled past her. I held the door open for her. And this is the actual conversation.

LADY: THANK YOU, I guess you are one of the nice ones also.

ME: Excuse me?

LADY: You know, like the new president. I guess I had better get used to it.

ME: Maam, are you asking if I am bi-racial.

LADY: Oh, it is nothing bad. But "your kind" ARE GOING TO MAKE A BIG DEAL OUT OF THIS.

ME: I am one hundred percent caucasian. I am dark from the tanning bed. I get my manners from a proper upbringing with "thank you" and "please".

LADY: Perhaps you should try that answer on someone who believes you....

ME: (IN SHOCK!!!--as she heads for her 2007 Cadillac Seville......

I immediately was infuriated. What the hell? Have I been blind to all of this? Or has it or will it become even more of an issue?

Amazing.
2008.
The day after a history changing event.

I swear, it felt like I had been transported back to 1962.

Civil Rights?.......for who?....not me!!


This just in.....Who the hell knows if Prop 8 in California has been defeated or passed! Funny, all this talk of "equality" of races because of President Elect Obama, yet, no one has the gonads to stand up for the equality of everyone! Heaven forbid you are gay, in a committed relationship, and want a life! And just pray, that you are not homosexual living in AR-KANSAS!!! How can the government and a backwards section of the human race living in America take away the rights to care for a child? One step forward, three steps back!!

I have spoken before of gay rights. Alas, it is a moot point. I know in the thoughts of the American public, gay rights are low on the totem poll. I know we are not faced with burning crosses, or death threats--on the level that the first Civil Rights revolution had-BUT?? is that what is going to have to happen?

When does it become a reality, and not just something thought about because of a gay cousin, or brother, or co-worker.......Why can't it be thought of as a basic human right?

Why do people here in the midwest think that only "homos" in California or Vermont or "anywhere but here" want basic rights? I will tell you why. (In my opinion)

It all stems back to the old "southern" way. What happens behind closed doors-- (i.e.-child abuse, spousal abuse, incest, rape, murder, suicide)-- IS never to be discussed. Out of sight, out of mind. I have a few good friends back home who are a testament to this. Women who get raped have asked for it, kids and spouses that get abused deserved it, incest is just part of LIFE.....Insane, I know....and Yes, in the 21st century, people are still thinking like this!!

I am getting off my target here!

Back to the "homos". I am a "homo". (DUH!)

Whenever I speak about equal rights such as marriage, death, financial, illness, or children between two same sex people to my "straight" friends or associates--I, nine times out of ten, get the "if you wanted all that, why did you become gay"?

My point is this. If we, as Americans, can surpass the horror of African Americans and Whites becoming inter-racial couples (the horror was only 45 short years ago..tragic, wasn't it?).......why can't we get past the fact that two "homos" can have the same fulfilling life?



Nov 05, 2008. Statement by No on Prop 8 Campaign on Election Status
Roughly 400,000 votes separate yes from no on Prop 8 – out of 10 million votes tallied.

Based on turnout estimates reported yesterday, we expect that there are more than 3 million and possibly as many as 4 million absentee and provisional ballots yet to be counted.

Given that fundamental rights are at stake, we must wait to hear from the Secretary of State tomorrow how many votes are yet to be counted as well as where they are from.

It is clearly a very close election and we monitored the results all evening and this morning.

As of this point, the election is too close to call.

Because Prop 8 involves the sensitive matter of individual rights, we believe it is important to wait until we receive further information about the outcome.

Geoff Kors
Executive Committee
NO on Prop 8

Kate Kendell
Executive Committee
NO on Prop 8


http://www.noonprop8.com/

Touching commentary.

My cuzz' just sent me this link.
It is absolutely beautiful.
I think it expresses the views of MUCH of America.
God bless her.
God bless the USA.




MONTGOMERY, Alabama (CNN) --
I heard a car door slam behind me and turned to see an elderly but spry woman heading my way.

The night before, a gang of vandals had swept through the cemetery desecrating graves, crushing headstones and stealing funereal objects.

My parents' graves, situated on a wind-swept hill overlooking the cemetery, had not been spared. A large marble urn that stood between two granite columns had been pried loose and spirited away, leaving faded silk flowers strewn on the ground.

I was holding a bouquet of them in my arms when the woman walked up and gave me a crushing hug. "Honey," she said, "you don't know me, but when I saw you standing up here on this hill, I knew that you must be one of the girls and I couldn't help myself but to drive up here and let you know how much me and my whole family loved both of your parents. They were real special people."

I thanked her for her kind words as we stood side by side gazing down at the graves of Govs. George Wallace and Lurleen Wallace.

After a few moments, the woman leaned into me and spoke almost in a conspiratorial whisper. "I never thought I would live to see the day when a black would be running for president. I know your daddy must be rolling over in his grave."

Not having the heart or the energy to respond, I gave her bony arm a slight squeeze, turned and walked away. As I put the remnants of the graveyard spray in the trunk of my car, I assumed that she had not bothered to notice the Barack Obama sticker on my bumper.

When I was a young voter and had little interest in politics, my father would mark my ballot for me. As I thought about the woman in the cemetery, I mused that if he were alive and I had made the same request for this election, there would be a substantial chance, though not a certainty, that he would put an "X" by Obama's name.

Perhaps it would be the last chapter in his search for inner peace that became so important to him after becoming a victim of hatred and violence himself when he was shot and gravely injured in a Laurel, Maryland, shopping center parking lot. Perhaps it would be a way of reconciling in his own mind that what he once stood for did not prevent freedom of opportunity and self-advancement from coming full circle; his final absolution.

George Wallace and other Southern governors of his ilk stood defiantly in the 1950s and '60s in support of racial segregation, a culture of repression, violence and denial of basic human rights.

Their actions and the stark images of their consequences that spread across the world galvanized the nation and gave rise to a cry for an end to the American apartheid. The firestorms that were lit in Birmingham, Oxford, Memphis, Tuscaloosa, Montgomery, Little Rock and Selma were a call to arms to which the people responded.

And now a new call to arms has sounded as Americans face another assault on freedom. For if the stand in the schoolhouse door was a defining moment for George Wallace, then surely the aftermath of Katrina and the invasion of Iraq will be the same for George W. Bush.

The trampling of individual freedoms and his blatant contempt for the rights of the average American may not have been as obvious as an ax-handle-wielding governor, but Bush's insidiousness and piety have made him much more dangerous.

Healing must come, hope will be our lodestar, humility will reshape the American conscience, and honesty in both word and deed will refresh and invigorate America, and having Barack Obama to lead will give us back our power to heal.

My father lived long enough to come to an understanding of the injustices borne by his deeds and the legacy of suffering that they left behind. History will teach future generations that he was a man who used his political power to promote a philosophy of exclusion.

As his daughter, who witnessed his suffering in the twilight of his years and who witnessed his deeds and heard his words, I am one who believes that the man who, on March 7, 1965, listened to the reports of brutality as they streamed into the Governor's Mansion from Selma, Alabama, was not the same man who, in March of 1995, was welcomed with open arms as he was rolled through a sea of African-American men, women and children who gathered with him to welcome another generation of marchers, retracing in honor and remembrance the historic steps from Selma to Montgomery.

Four years ago, the young Illinois senator who spoke at the Democratic National Convention mesmerized me. I hoped even then that he would one day be my president.

Today, Barack Obama is hope for a better tomorrow for all Americans. He stands on the shoulders of all those people who have incessantly prayed for a day when "justice will run down like waters and righteousness as a mighty stream" (Amos 5:24).

Perhaps one day, my two sons and I will have the opportunity to meet Barack Obama in person to express our gratitude to him for bringing our family full circle.

And today, the day after the election, I am going to ride to the cemetery so that if asked, I can vouch for the fact that the world is still spinning but my father lies at peace.

The opinions expressed in this commentary are solely those of Peggy Wallace Kennedy. http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/11/03/wallace.kennedy.obama/index.html?iref=mpstoryview

Change....A new hope.


For the first time, in a long time, I am optomistic about the future. The nail biting, the feuds, the racism, the hate, the love.....America is finally coming into the 21st century.

Uncle Edward had a small viewing party last night. We watched the returns. Made phone calls.

Giddy, like school girls.

Uncle Edward compared it to JFK's election. It was then that it hit me. America is actually ready for a change. The masses have spoke. The tide has finally begun to turn.

Gone, hopefully, are the thoughts of big government and bigger business. Gone are the glass ceilings for every American-black, white, gay, straight, poor, in-between. Welcome the sweet taste of hope and freedom.

Barack Obama has become many things to many people. Both in America and around the world. This man, thanks to the many American's who have seen his light, is destined for America's change. He is destined to lead us into the next era of America's "age". The time is now.

On a lighter note, I have to agree with President Obama when he told the young African-American men of today to "pull up their pants and get on with life". Perhaps this will be the one thing to put hope in a culture that seemed so down.

Thank you, fellow American's, for electing the best man for the job.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

ROCK THE VOTE!!

I have purposely avoided the race to the White House. When I say avoid, I mean voicing my opinion. I am outraged at the entire, TWO freekin' year process!

2.1 Billion is the projected amount that was spent on this election. 2.1 Billion! Does this figure not raise just a few eyebrows?
Is it me, or could this money have been used in a different direction?

This statistic, alone, brings to the forefront of my mind the impact of our economy on our everyday life. Perhaps the election money raised should be matched by the candidates for programs for REAL people!

Yes, a change is needed. A change has to occur. I don't think there is one American who isn't tired, sickened, and disgusted by the last 8 years.

I want the war in Iraq to end.
I want equal rights for everyone.
I want a job that I make more in one hour than it costs to buy three gallons of gas.
I want an America that is proud of itself, and gets back to the front of the world regime.

The choice in front of everyone today is a doozy.
Old school vs. new school.
Black vs. white.
Young vs. old.
Experience vs. Excitement.



Either way you vote, a change is a cummin'!!!

Change is never easy.
Change is always erratic.
Change is necessary.

Do your patriotic duty and vote. Make your voice be heard!

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Happy Birthday to me......


In the quest of eternal youth, everyone takes their birthdate to try and recapture some of the past that has been lost. I am no different.

Sweet memories of home made birthday cakes with the store made candy letters. Taking cupcakes to school to share with everyone.
Re-wrapped toys and items from my brothers and sisters as "new" gifts.
Grandma's card with the trusty, "I can't believe I have" five whole dollars for myself!
Hugs and kisses from Mom.....



Gone forever. Nothing left but the memories.

I want to take this time to reflect on the last month. No, the last 6 months of my life.

I have stated many times that I can't believe my life.
I have no choice BUT to believe it.

I have so many people to thank. So many people that I love. So many people who love me. I am truly blessed. Here is just a "few" words on the many loves in my life!

I keep going back to a conversation with Joe and Laura about my fears and concerns of living in the past. My fear of losing my past, having lost my mother, having been distanced from my siblings, the re-growth of Rodney....



The quiet, inner strength Joe and Laura have installed in me over the last 6 months is perhaps the best present I have ever received. They have allowed me to blossom. They have allowed me to fall on my face. They have been there to bolster, and keep me going. It is perhaps one of the most selfless acts of kindness I have ever encountered.

I cannot forget John. He has been there, through the muddiest and the deepest, despair in my life. His strength, along with Roger's, his "neediness", has ushered me through the next door in my life. He has taught me to accept changes, and to work through my past issues........










Uncle Edward. What can I say?
Your unflinching optimism and frank, truthful observations have kept me afloat. I cannot tell you the amount of times your "bluntness" about reality and life have confirmed many things I would have been to afraid to say. (That says a lot! You know I have a big mouth!.......





Rick. Your support, belief and trust in me have helped me regain my belief that I can actually contribute to society. You, singlehandlely, took an ex-convict and gave him a chance. Our, relationship, is truly one of a kind......

My surrogate parents Wayne and Trina. My only real connection to Ste. Genevieve. Through thick and thin, no judgement.......just love......




All my "new" friends...



You have healed, and are healing, a broken spirit and heart. The insight and "allowing" of me-to be me-is incredible.....








I am very greedy. I am very vain. I am very FORTUNATE! I have more riches than Solomon during his reign!

Thank you everyone! Thank you for the best birthday of my life!

Monday, October 27, 2008

Birthday Bash!

Many thanks to my man and sister for the party of my life! I will go into detail about the weekend when I have a free hour to sit and type! Until then, enjoy the few pics I have received.

love you all!!



A few more pics of the fun evening!

 
 
 
 
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