Sunday, May 31, 2009

Feeling slighted...

So, I've always had this dream in the back of my head that I'd love to be a writer. I think that most avid readers probably think that at some point in their life, well maybe not, but I sure have. Actually, I have since I was a kid. I used to make up stories in my head and write them down all the time. I have notebooks full of stories I started writing when I was a kid.
Recently I've been thinking about it more seriously. I have a story tumbling around in my head, but I have no idea if I have any writing ability at all, other than ramblings I post here and on my other blog... and in the previous "Steph's Digest" that I used to send out prior to my discovery of blogging. I'm not even sure if that can be considered "ability" anyway. So I decided to join a writing forum. I looked at a couple and found one I liked so i joined. They ask you to post an intro for the new member's page and everyone greets the new folks. Now I'm not normally a joiner in any way -- deep psychological issues I'm sure -- but it's my personal goal is to get over my fear of joining things. So I joined this site and posted my into on the new members page as asked. Now, all the one's I read prior to joining were reallly welcoming and friendly. Each new member post had at a minimum 5 responses welcoming them to the site. Friendly place, right? So I just checked back on the site -- guess how many responses my new member post received... ONE, from the freaking moderator guy who sends THE EXACT same message to every new member. I'm feeling slighted... I'm a dork!! LOL

Friday, May 29, 2009

Every Freaking Friday...

So most people love Fridays... I hate them... well I don't know if hate is the right word... Friday is just the longest freaking day of the week... So it's another evening with the pup... She's finally old enough that she does funny stuff and doesn't need me to entertain her...

BTW: Do dogs have imagination? She is constantly trying to bury stuff in my couch and once she gets it pushed into the corner of the couch she pretends to put dirt back over it.. it's so cute.. I'll have to figure out how to post video and put one of her doing it up.. it's really cute and funny!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Big Girl Bed

I got Sassy a big girl bed tonight.

She hates her cage. She hates it because when she is in it, it means that I'm not home or in bed so she can't be with me. So she rarely goes near it. When i was home this past weekend we were at my sisters and the first thing sassy did was jump into my sister's dog, Meeko's, cage and went to bed. So I'm hoping that with a new bed in her cage she will be more comfortable going into the cage. It's kind of big, but comfy.

I hope she likes it!!

The Marriage Contract

So I've been reading this business about California's Supreme Court upholding Proposition 8.

What I don't get is how this world seems to be completely IGNORING the "Separation of Church and State" doctrine. People are trying to define marriage based on their religious doctrine, not any kind of legal issues. For this to be a constitutional amendment, it needs to be LEGAL not RELIGIOUS... To define marriage as a union between a man and a woman is backwards... if it's to be legal shouldn't the world be "Contract" instead of "union?" Isn't that what marriage is? A CONTRACT between two individuals that states that they will spend their life together, support each other both emotionally and financially? If you take church out of it, that is EXACTLY what it is... So if California has now technically stated that marriage "contracts" can only be between a man and a woman... doesn't that set a precedent that other contracts can also be gender exclusive? If that happens, how long before we go back to the days when people were property and only certain people were allowed to hold land contracts, and business contracts...

Beside, why the hell is it your business who someone marries? That's their personal business. If I wanted to marry a man of a different race or from another country, would you consider that your business? No, then why do you consider two men or two women marrying your business? Stop being afraid of gay people -- it's not a choice it's just a matter of you are or you aren't. If you aren't they can't make you gay-- they don't have super powers -- well some claim to have gaydar, but I'm not gay and I have gaydar so that's not gay exclusive. (Gaydar is the ability to detect the level of gayness in others). Besides even if they COULD make you gay.. they wouldn't want YOU so get off your conceited high horse and realize that this world is much bigger than your tiny little corner of the world and there are much bigger issues out there besides whether Suzie and Sally or Herman and Tom get married... Hey there are homeless people in your community, children starving all over the world (maybe even in your own backyard), people are losing their jobs because of the economy.. if you spent as much time and money fighting the REAL issues and left gay people alone you might actually do some good in this world instead of wasting space with your misguided beliefs that gay people make others gay and shouldn't be afforded the same rights as non-gay people..

You're an idiot... but then you probably didn't read this far because I SUPPORT gay marriage...

Love is love.. no one has the right to tell you who you can and can't love.. NO ONE
I doubt GOD would even try that... because isn't God the essence of love.. so if love exists then it already has God's blessing, doesn't it? Think about it

*steps down off of her soap box*

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

I'm in Love

So apparently I am keeping my promise to keep this updated. Maybe Twitter has me twisted, but I'm IN LOVE with this blogsite and just want to spend all of my time updating it.

The other person in our office who does my job is leaving and it's kind of exciting and sad at the same time. I really don't want her to go because she is really cool, but the prospect of who they may hire is awesome... I love change and new ideas!!

Facebook makes me sad...

So I got a facebook message from my cousin Megan last night. She said that one of her cousins (on her mom's side) had committed suicide within the last day. She asked me if I remembered her and I did vaguely -- in my head I remembered a blond, but that's about as far as the memory went. But the name was familiar. So I looked her up on facebook. She was, of course, friends with Megan so she was fairly easy to find. Seeing her facebook page made me tear up -- not because I instantly recognized her, because while she was somewhat familiar I still don't have a solid memory and we didn't hang out -- but I teared up because on the first page of her facebook were pictures of her little girl.
I just don't have the words to express my sympathy to her family and friends. Suicide is always tough to deal with because no matter the circumstances the friends and family always feel guilty -- what more could I have done, why didn't i see that she was so bad... and the list of self berating statements goes on an on. The truth is that there is probably NOTHING anyone could have done. Unfortunately, when someone makes the decision to kill themselves they are in such a dark place with absolutely no light that they will find a way, no matter how much you try. Beating yourself up doesn't help you and certainly does not help them -- just learn to always make sure that the people you love know that you love them.

I guess what I'm trying to say is if you pray, pray for her family, if you greive, greive for her family and what they have lost. And for her little girl who needs them more than anyone. And if you love, tell them. You can't assume that other's know how you feel -- they often have no idea.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Sassy's Mad

Well, Miss Sassy Pants is in a snit tonight. After three whole days of not being in her cage except at night, she was angry to be in there today while I was at work. She was ok when I came home from lunch, but that second three and a half hours were apparently torture for her. She's been a brat all night, even after we walked to campus and visited the Burford/Jones staff during their cook out. All those people to play with and even a hot dog straight from the gril and she was still mad enough at me to pee in the house, TWICE. I took her outside and she refused to go. As soon as we got back in -- she peed, right by the door. Guess that shows me, eh?

It makes me sad because she was soooo good all weekend, but she was with me all weekend. She gets really mad when I leave her behind. It is nice being loved! :)

My New Blog

Welcome to my new blog site! I was hosted on geocities, but they are closing their blog site so I decided to start a new one! Welcome!

More later...