birthday girl

To Gina, on her day...

Though paths may be hidden, some are meant to be missed. For those certain paths are filled with what-ifs and other empty ideas. On this path focus on all the good, the future, and to making choices for yourself - choices that will help you grow. I love you.



fuck you

fuck you cancer. you seem to take away all things good. you're never a good thing and you ruin everything.


beer & bagel run

On Sunday at 8am, we stood on top of one of Mt Cresent's giant hills, only waiting to run down it. Dawn, Dennis, Rich, Ali, and I all ran the Beer and Bagel Off-Road Run. This was through forests and up giant hills/mountains (I'm not sure what to call them). The weather was a balmy 25 degrees, it even started to flurry at the top.

The race wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be. My lungs didn't burn like I had though they would. What helped me out was on such steep inclines, people would end up walking and you would be stuck behind them. It's those little breaks that saved me. The cold was horrible though. My feet were so numb I couldn't feel them until the third mile. And, it was so cold my iPod stopped working! Such is life.

I placed 236 out of 400. I wasn't running as hard as I could have, but I was just doing it for fun. My time was around 35 minutes for a run that was about four miles.

I can't wait to do it again! Let's hope it's much warmer next year! Next...The Turkey Wobble - or whatever it's called on Thanksgiving day. BE THERE!!!


life is good

Recently, two of favorite people lost their father. He was battling cancer for four years and was a trooper through it all. He was always in high spirits no matter what came his way. How many people do you know could remain so positive with so much being thrown at you? I know a lot of us would bitch all the time. Not Jeff. He can teach us all a very valuable lesson - don't take life for granted, because life is good.

prop h8

Homegirl, Melissa Etheridge, is on the right track of thinking with the passing of Prop 8. She wrote a piece in The Daily Beast, below. Maybe since Iowa/Nebraska doesn't have anything in place, should I not pay taxes either? What would happen if all the gays who aren't able to legally get married didn't pay taxes? I would like to see them give us our rights then.

You Can Forget My Taxes

Okay. So Prop 8 passed. Alright, I get it. 51% of you think that I am a second class citizen. Alright then. So my wife, uh I mean, roommate? Girlfriend? Special lady friend? You are gonna have to help me here because I am not sure what to call her now. Anyways, she and I are not allowed the same right under the state constitution as any other citizen. Okay, so I am taking that to mean I do not have to pay my state taxes because I am not a full citizen. I mean that would just be wrong, to make someone pay taxes and not give them the same rights, sounds sort of like that taxation without representation thing from the history books.

Okay, cool I don't mean to get too personal here but 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. Oh, and I am sure Ellen will be a little excited to keep her bazillion bucks that she pays in taxes too. Wow, come to think of it, there are quite a few of us fortunate gay folks that will be having some extra cash this year. What recession? We're gay! I am sure there will be a little box on the tax forms now single, married, divorced, gay, check here if you are gay, yeah, that's not so bad. Of course all of the waiters and hairdressers and UPS workers and gym teachers and such, they won't have to pay their taxes either.



We can all let out a sigh of relief, Obama won the election. We are in desperate need of change and he will bring it. I can honestly say, I've never been more proud to be an American with a president I love. Cheers to Obama.


She writes so loud

We once were...

a community of bloggers. A group that lived and breathed blogging. An event would happen and we'd exclaim, "I have to blog about that!" A group where individuals blogged daily. Sometimes more than once a day. And the comments flowed like honey. Lots of comments. And responses to the comments.

We were led and inspired by The Red Portfolio: the oldest and wisest of the bloggers. One who blogged about heartache and fashion and other bloggers. Simple blogs. Lovely blogs.

Then there was the maniac herself. Who told us grand stories through photos. Never a blog of despair, Danelle P took us on trips, brought us through her engagement and wedding and kept us upbeat, while our other blogs were peppered with demons.

Our most common denominator, Operation Peter Pan, was who our hearts laid with. Never lacking a song (especially Tori) or a poem or a vlog. We were with Peter when he found love and lost love. When he took the greatest leap and felt the greatest heartache. He was ours and brought us together.

We followed Cubical Relief, Just Keep Swimming, What the Funk and How Typical. They followed us. We lived for the notifications of new blogs. Reading a new blog was Christmas. And writing a new blog was therapy.

We once were a community of bloggers. Now our community has dwindled and faded away. The maniac is still great about updates, but for the rest of us, well we've found new therapies. Or maybe we don't need our therapy anymore. Maybe the things we used to blog about don't exist in our lives anymore. Heartache was replaced by love. Despair by content. Limitless time by full schedules.

We once were a community of bloggers. We still are in archives and our hearts.


This touched me. Seriously. I loved those days. We were all finishing up our degrees and moving on to our first real job. Nancy loved it when the bloggers would unite and she would exclaim so. She mentioned how I was the glue that held everyone together. To me, everyone held each other together through all of our adventures, heartaches, or stories we have shared on this virtual world.

It's our photo book of our lives in the past years. We can click a page and it will take us back to that moment. With our stories, we have weaved ourselves together, glue made of smiles and tears, losses and gains. These stories are forever in my heart.

i voted!

I got to the poll right at 7 a.m. when it opened. I met my mom and we stood in line for no more than 15 minutes...not to shabby!

It felt good to vote. Let's pray for change.
Now, where's my free Starbucks, doughnut, ice cream, and vibrator?

not the lip gloss and panties!

This is a serious issue with a silly message, well I think so anyways. I don't see why someone would invest so much time to try and stop something like marriage from happening. People must have too much time on their hands.


everyone knows...

everyone knows the trouble i've seen
everyone knows even jesus
everyone knows the troubles i've seen

after two stolen elections
after the skies went quiet
on 9/11
everyone knows even jesus
cause everyone knows
the troubles i've seen
everyone knows even jesus

everyone knows
the trouble i've seen
everyone knows
everyone knows

you got here before i did
oh yes lord, don't you forget
to tell all my friends
that i'm coming too
oh yes, lord
stay, don't forget
everyone knows
down here
the trouble i've seen
well, everyone knows
even jesus
everyone knows the trouble i've seen