Dear World,
August 5, 2009
No way would I wear these on my bachelorette party night, but just… how… fucking funny are these?

Hmm. Yeah.
Because I’m sick and wordless…
July 30, 2009
Falling in love is like owning a dog
an epithalamion by Taylor Mali
www.taylormali.com
First of all, it’s a big responsibility,
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?
On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.
Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don’t you ever do that again!
Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.
It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.
It pulls you in several different directions at once,
or winds around and around you
until you’re all wound up and can’t move.
But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.
Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.
Inspiration.
June 18, 2009
Can I just tell you how inspiring wedding blogs are?
And how addictive?
And even worse… how addictive invitation blogs are?!!?
Anyone who knows me knows that I am a paper freak.
I love the textures and feel.
I love cards.
I love designs.
I love words.
And I feel something stirring inside of me that I haven’t felt for such a long time.
Artistic motivation.
A twinge of energy and excitement.
And it’s not just for my wedding…
Just all those beautiful options!
It sucks to not be more creative sometimes.
To have the eye but not the ability.
But still, there’s something here.
And that possibility is exciting.
I would love to love something most every day.
Don’t underestimate the Clapton.
January 19, 2009
Guitar Hero with my daughter.
Having a blast.
She’s kicking my butt, of course. I’m not coordinated enough to play this game well, and I get so tense because the chords aren’t done on tempo really and end up with sore arms at the end because of the effort.
Of course, Wii has turned out to be a much greater workout than I had originally imagined. Especially if you do the games the way they were designed to be played instead of taking the shortcuts.
At the moment, Abbey is playing Black Magic Woman, totally underestimating Clapton, thinking that because the song has a mellow tempo that she’s going to be able to play it out.
I’m enjoying her frustration.
She underestimated the Clapton.
And because of it, has switched to Tenacious D.
Life is sweet, my friends.
This weekend has been a bit of a long one.
I’m glad I have tomorrow off to spend some time with the young one and recoup a bit, but I believe it’s one I’m not going to be able to brush off for a while.
We’re facing a lot, the two of us, and she’s going back and forth so much that she’s spun my head completely around – and probably everyone else’s though.
I believe I know what’s best for her though – I definitely pray that I continue to be guided along the right path.
I’m definitely glad she’s home tonight – that adds to the level of peace I have.
I hope beyond hope that things stay this way.
Blinders
November 7, 2008
I’m so in love with Melissa Etheridge at the moment.
From People.com: “Etheridge declares that if she’s not ‘allowed the same right [to marry] under the state constitution as any other citizen. … I am taking that to mean I do not have to pay my state taxes, because I am not a full citizen.”’
‘Okay,’ she continues. ‘There is a lot I can do with the extra half a million dollars that I will be keeping instead of handing it over to the state of California.’”
Lol – I wonder what would happen in every state if the people affected by these bans started saying the same thing?
After all, people are biologically made to be the way they are – homosexuality is no more a choice than breathing is and the people that choose to deny their inherent sexuality and ‘be straight’ tend to lead miserable lives that no one should have to lead.
People should be able to love and marry whomever they love.
And then you always get the argument – ‘well what if people were attracted to animals and wanted to marry them – isn’t that the same thing?’
Let’s look away from the fact that that is INCREDIBLY insulting to the gay people that I know and love, but look into two important problems with that argument.
1. We’re of the same SPECIES.
2. Ever heard of the word CONSENT? Animals can’t say ‘dude, that’s cool, I want a good ass pounding.’
So every time I hear that argument, I literally want to scoop people’s brains out and fry them on the sidewalk.
If they’re not doing anything with them, why not use them to feed the local homeless animal population?
The question on whether or not a marriage between gay folks should be called ‘marriage’ or something else really is just a case of semantics.
Legally our decisions are not supposed to be made by our religious faith.
Though they are – you’ve heard the recent screamings that Obama was Muslim and so forth, as though that single item can define someone wholly, as though that makes him a bad person when so much of the faith promotes peace and love, – people jumped on that as though he’d slaughtered a million people.
I don’t know why we’ve allowed so much of our definitions of equality to be decided by a religion that, although the major faith in this country, does not define everyone equally.
But we have.
And the history of the word marriage – a word used before Jesus was ever born. A word that the ancient Romans used to describe marriages between opposite sexes or the same sex. As a matter of fact, they believed that the only true harmonious unions could be between members of the same (male) sex, that females were married for property and power, but that their brains were too weak to make a truly wonderful match with their husband.
That’s the word we’re arguing over.
So yeah.
While I understand that people feel strongly on whether or not marriage should be defined as only between a man and woman – mostly based on biblical definitions – denying them rights that we heteros take for granted seems cruel.
Much like a game that you play as children where the other party makes up and changes the rules as the game goes along.
If we’re going to govern with the Bible as our form of government, we’re going to have a few problems.
If you have any questions, feel free to read ‘The Year of Living Biblically’ because it’s fantastic, but also because it shows that there are so many things that we have stopped doing that the Bible commands us to do.
One or the other, folks.
And if we’re going that way, let’s go full out. After all, everyone knows that I know a certain adulterer that I’d like to be the first one to stone…
Because we are on the threshold of dark days…
June 9, 2008
But not for reasons THEY may think.
“As I tore the pages, I felt a generational curse of immorality and perversion breaking off my family,” Adriane Banks said. “I felt it.”
The article is too funny to really be too disturbed about it. With gems like the one above, you sort of figure these people have fasted themselves to a more enlightened crazy way of thinking.
Greatest Wedding Chapel Ever.
May 7, 2008
Recently Abbey and I had the pleasure of visiting St. Louis to go yarn crawl. While that is exciting enough for me, somehow Jackie and I figured Abbey would need a bit more entertainment to keep from stabbing us in our sleep, and so we made plans to go to the City Museum (I’m saying this with an utter air of coolness to distract you from the fact that I was WAY more excited about the museum than the yarn to begin with.)
I’m sure that many adults can traverse these particular man-made caves with no trouble at all. But because I am… swarthy? and because I like Snack Packs, I really got a workout trying to keep up with Jackie and Lish Jr.
And that was before we went outside to the springs on stilts section. (Look at all those hidey-holes that you’re supposed to crawl around in, about, and around! You do that and THEN you slide down ginormous slides! It’s awesome!)
If you’re 5’10″ (and… a victim of gravity) like me, don’t try this at home.
But… if you’re ELEVEN… and SHORT… Try it so that your parents will be able to remind you forever of that One Time with the Rope Thing…
To really understand what we were dealing with here, I’ve obviously had to head over to Flickr.com and pull up some pics by those handy dandy tags… we went at night and apparently the dark is hard to see in.
Who’d have thought?
Three hours later, my thighs were burning, I was drenched in sweat, and all I could think about was marriage.
(I knew you were wondering on the origins of the fantastically original title!)
If anything could signify what marriage means to me, it’s concrete walls, and a jet plane on springs.
I threw the idea at Nicholas and he agreed. He thought he agreed to humor me throughout the odd conversation, but what he agreed to was a wedding in St. Louis and an after-rehearsal-dinner party at the City Museum.
Imagine this, my friends!
A few months/years/decades from now, my wedding album will contain such highlights as an adult ballpen fight and people screaming from here… which is exactly what I felt like doing at this exact point where in this picture, the girl I stole this tagged photo from was having the time of her life.
These things SWAY and CREAK and SHIMMY… HOW CAN SHE?!!?
But that’s neither here nor there… you haven’t seen the picture yet.
YES!
However, fortunately for me, that is EXACTLY what I want people to remember from my wedding weekend.
TOTAL ENCOMPASSING FEAR.




