I Think My Son is Straight...

January 27, 2006 = I Think My Son is Straight....

Whoa is me… where did I go wrong… what the hell did I do to deserve this???? Wait a second… maybe it will all be just fine. After all, I do have a couple of straight friends and my parents are straight. They all seem to be pretty decent human beings.

Seriously people… I think it is absolutely hilarious when people find out that I am a Lesbian. The first words are usually something akin to… "Oh, My uncle is gay" or "I had a friend in High School that was gay" or even better yet, "I am totally okay with you being gay."

To that I would have to say… who gives a shit if you have a gay friend, uncle, cousin, or that you are okay with it. I don’t recall ever referring to my straight friends or family members when I find out someone is straight.. LOL! That is until I started in with my smart ass comments when someone tells me that they have a gay friend when I tell them I am a Lesbian. Now I make sure to return their snippets… for example:

"I have a Lesbian aunt and I am completely okay with that."… my response… "Really? Well my parents are straight and I am completely okay with it!.

I guess… without getting on a high horse… what I am trying to say is that being Gay or Lesbian should just be normal… it shouldn’t just be a thing that we are "okay" with. I am not naïve… I know that there will always be a stigma and there will always be prejudices just like with people of other nationalities or races. I just hope that one day God will find a way to put peace in all of our hearts.

By the way.. I am so extremely proud of my son! It doesn’t matter to me what his preference turns out to be… I just need for him to be healthy, happy, and blessed.

Peace out people!

Poker Addiction...

January 26, 2006 = Poker Addiction...

I am at a loss for something witty to write tonight… so I thought I would write about my addiction and my favorite poker win ever!

Back in December (the 18^th to be exact… I remember this because it was my birthday…) we went down to Cortez, Colorado. There is an Indian Casino out there and they have a whopping 2 poker tables. The lead up to this could take a million years, so I will make a long story short.

I was in the Big Blind… 5 bucks already committed to the pot… I was dealt a 6 and 7 of spades… A suited connector… my weakness. The first and second to act folded. The next to act raised the max of 5 bux. I was in for 5 already so I called after a few other calls and folds.

The flop (first 3 cards) were dealt. I was in complete shock to see the 3, 4 and 5 of spades. That made a straight flush!!! The first to act bet 5, the next to act raised 5… it was 10 for me to call… but I raised another 5… the other 2 people in the hand called.

I can’t even remember what the turn card was… but it didn’t matter. The betting went the exact same… 5, raise 5, reraise 5.

The River was another card that didn’t matter. The betting… 5… raise 5… reraise 5… and then raised 2 more times. I was thinking that the first to act probably had the Ace and something else of spades and the 2^nd to act probably had some lower spades but couldn’t lay them down.

The dealer called for us to turn over our hole cards. The guy with the Ace couldn’t wait to turn over his cards… the 2^nd to act had a King and some other spade.

I said "Boys… you are gonna love this!" , flipped over my straight flush and raked in the $120 pot. It was beautiful!!

Now I get to go play pool… another favorite of mine and I am in a league. Have a good one my friends!!

Is there a 12 Step program for dogs....

January 23, 2006 - Is there a 12 Step program for dogs....

Andy (our Springer Spaniel stupid ass dog) has taken on an uncanny/un-natural fetish of a 6 inch by 3 inch stuffed blue bear. Now I am sure a dogs life is anything but interesting, so having something that makes his life a little interesting is not necessarily a bad thing, but THIS has gone too far! Let me give you a glimpse into what I am talking about, a mental picture so to speak:

We leave the dogs outside while we are at work. When we come home, we usually find some place to dump the amazing amounts of crap that we haul to and from work on a daily basis. Then it is time to let the "kids" in… we have 3 dogs, so it is usually a herd of happiness when they come through the door.

Andy will usually give us about 2.2 seconds of his precious puppy time before he is on the prowl for "blue bear". He runs through the rooms of the house to locate his prize possession, which is usually, just a little less than light speed. Robin and I usually settle in to our chairs to watch Dr. Phil, and before we are even all the way comfortable, Andy has chosen his human victim to play his version of fetch with. If we don’t automatically start to play, Andy will tactically position blue bear on the chair beside us, place his snout on top and look up at us with those big brown, sad, puppy dog eyes.

After 1 million tosses, I have had my fill and start in trying to get the simple, tiny word NO, to sink into his head. He will eventually get the picture and you can almost hear the painful sigh as he lays down on the floor with his head rested gently on top of bear.

That’s all you ask? Oh how I wish that was all… I have witnessed on more than one occasion, my stupid dog, lying upon his back… trying with all his might to balance, (since his tail is wagging a hundred miles an hour) with blue bear rested between his almost human like paws. He will bring the bear very close to his mouth and snap at it and then pull the bear back into the air to tease himself. Pretty amazing and funny as hell!!

1… We admitted we were powerless over blue bear and our lives had become unmanageble.

2… …

I am sure there is help out there somewhere, but until then, we will continue the daily ritual and laugh our asses off.