We are a little over a month away from my birthday, and since I'm fairly certain the only person reading me these days is my brother (Hi Boo!), I'm going to put up my wish list:
1. A subscription to Real Simple Magazine
2. Yoga pants from Old Navy (Size L)
3. Girlmore Girls on DVD (Season 2) (My friend The Secret Squirrel surprised me with this. Thanks B!)
4. this baby.
5. I totally couldn't wait on this so I splurged this weekend and bought this my own damn self.
Check back in for periodic updates :)
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Lez Be Friends
Oooh, this is my 100th post. I'll wait while you roll out the big cake with all the candles and start my clip show.
Anyway, my brother has gotten me into watching The L Word. I've never watched this show before because I didn't used to have Showtime. I'm really cheap so I just didn't go for any of the movie channels, but then I moved and the cable company didn't catch on to the fact that they left me the "premium" channels (What?). So, now every Sunday evening finds me watching The L Word.
I love it.
Mostly because I am fascinated by the complexity of women's relationships. No matter how many hateful things they do to each other, they remain in the same web of friendship. Maybe it's that untangling themselves from it would be too complicated. I don't know, the truth is I've never had trouble cutting myself out of a relationship that is past it's prime, so these women fascinate me. Then again, I also have few people that would come to my side if I were diagnosed with breast cancer (as Dana was a few weeks ago).
Anyway, and I think this show has taken heat for this, I have never seen this many beautiful lesbians in one group.
While I may live in the South, where being out isn't exactly embraced, I have had lesbian friends . . . quite a few. I've also been to more than my share of lesbian bars packed with throngs of Sapphic sisters.
Now, it's not like all the lesbian gals down here are sporting mullets, driving beat up trucks and carrying a can of Skoal in their back pocket, but they don't look like that.
What I see a lot down here are fabulous gay men (many of whom I am blessed with their friendship).
Beautiful men that work out, are coifed within an inch of their lives and KNOW how to dress.
Where have all the pretty lesbians gone?
Anyway, my brother has gotten me into watching The L Word. I've never watched this show before because I didn't used to have Showtime. I'm really cheap so I just didn't go for any of the movie channels, but then I moved and the cable company didn't catch on to the fact that they left me the "premium" channels (What?). So, now every Sunday evening finds me watching The L Word.
I love it.
Mostly because I am fascinated by the complexity of women's relationships. No matter how many hateful things they do to each other, they remain in the same web of friendship. Maybe it's that untangling themselves from it would be too complicated. I don't know, the truth is I've never had trouble cutting myself out of a relationship that is past it's prime, so these women fascinate me. Then again, I also have few people that would come to my side if I were diagnosed with breast cancer (as Dana was a few weeks ago).
Anyway, and I think this show has taken heat for this, I have never seen this many beautiful lesbians in one group.
While I may live in the South, where being out isn't exactly embraced, I have had lesbian friends . . . quite a few. I've also been to more than my share of lesbian bars packed with throngs of Sapphic sisters.
Now, it's not like all the lesbian gals down here are sporting mullets, driving beat up trucks and carrying a can of Skoal in their back pocket, but they don't look like that.
What I see a lot down here are fabulous gay men (many of whom I am blessed with their friendship).
Beautiful men that work out, are coifed within an inch of their lives and KNOW how to dress.
Where have all the pretty lesbians gone?
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
I Hear The Secrets That You Keep
Anyone that's had to spend the night with me is well aware of the fact that I talk in my sleep.
It's usually random stuff, nothing that really makes any sense.
So, imagine my surprise last Saturday morning when I hear S say:
"Well, do we qualify?"
I had only just woken up, so I asked, "Are you awake?"
S, with eyes closed, "Yes."
I figured why not find out what we qualify may or may not for. So, I cut my eyes at him and thought, "Why not?"
So, I replied, "What do you want to qualify for?"
S, "Food stamps . . . "
Of all the things we could qualify for (home loan, as adoptive parents, car loan . . . ), he comes up with FOOD STAMPS!
My reply, "Why would we want food stamps?"
S, "If someone else is willing to pay for our food . . . "
At which point I stared at the ceiling and realized: dear God, I am marrying my father.
Me, "S, are you sure you're awake?"
S, still with eyes closed, "Why?"
Me, "You were just talking to me about food stamps."
S, "Hmm, I guess I'm not awake."
And in nanoseconds he was softly snoring.
It's usually random stuff, nothing that really makes any sense.
So, imagine my surprise last Saturday morning when I hear S say:
"Well, do we qualify?"
I had only just woken up, so I asked, "Are you awake?"
S, with eyes closed, "Yes."
I figured why not find out what we qualify may or may not for. So, I cut my eyes at him and thought, "Why not?"
So, I replied, "What do you want to qualify for?"
S, "Food stamps . . . "
Of all the things we could qualify for (home loan, as adoptive parents, car loan . . . ), he comes up with FOOD STAMPS!
My reply, "Why would we want food stamps?"
S, "If someone else is willing to pay for our food . . . "
At which point I stared at the ceiling and realized: dear God, I am marrying my father.
Me, "S, are you sure you're awake?"
S, still with eyes closed, "Why?"
Me, "You were just talking to me about food stamps."
S, "Hmm, I guess I'm not awake."
And in nanoseconds he was softly snoring.
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