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MW and I got married last night.

She won a trip to Cancun, but had to have someone who lived with her over the age of 25 and made a certain amount of money. The guy asked her ‘Are you married? Do you have a live-in boyfriend?’ She didn’t want to give up the trip, so she said she had a gf – me On the way home after the meeting was over, we laughed – she is my ‘spouse’ but we have never even kissed! We were the only lesbian couple in there, and also the youngest couple. We played it up and had a blast. It was interesting to see how these older couples watched us.

Call us suckers, of course we had to sit through a sales pitch. But, you know, we got an all expenses paid trip to Cancun for sitting through an hour presentation. I don’t know about you, but I don’t get paid enough in an hour to pay for a trip to Cancun and so I saw it as a good investment! At some point during the next year, I will be sitting on a beach! Wahoo!

I’m heading to Houston today for the weekend. My youngest nephew is 2 today. It will be good to see them, but I’m having mixed feelings about the weekend. I have this knot in the pit of my stomach that I will see my mom. I have not seen her in 2 years and it’s been almost that long since I’ve even talked to her. My sister told me a few days ago my mom had been in the hospital. They told her she had a blood clot in her chest. For some reason, I feel strangely detached from it. I don’t want anything bad to happen to my mom, but I’m having a hard time being concerned. I asked my sister if my mom would be at the party, and my sister said she didn’t think so. I would never miss my nephew’s party to avoid my mom, but seeing her would be something I would need to psyche myself up for.

A - Age: 26
B - Best feature: I am good at listening.
C - Car I first owned: 1994 Jeep Wrangler
D - Depeche Mode song: Who picked Depeche Mode?
E - Easiest person to talk to: It depends on what it is and how much I’ve had to drink. If I’ve had enough to drink, I’ll tell anyone anything.
F - Farthest from home that I’ve traveled: Bismarck, ND
G - Gummi Bears or Gummi Worms: I like the white or pink gummi bears or the sour gummi worms
H - Hair color: light brown
I - Instruments: I could play the trumpet back in the day, but haven’t touched one in years
J - Jellybean flavor: cream soda
K - Kids: None
L - Longest car ride ever: straight through from Dallas to Houston to Helen, GA on 2 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours
M - Mom’s name: Cheryl
N - Name that was almost given to me: I’m named after my aunt, so I almost got her full name (Amy Lenora) instead of just her first name
O - Oldest living relative: I have no idea
P - Phobia[s]: being hurt in a freak accident
Q - Favorite Quote: The eyes would have no rainbows if the soul had no tears.
R - Reason(s) to smile: unexpected phone calls
S - Song I sang last: Nelly and Tim McGraw – Over and Over Again
T - Time I wake up: 6-7a
V - Vegetable I hate: Brussel sprouts
W - Worst habit: lack of commitment
X - X-rays I’ve had: a lot
Y - Yummy food: Pumpkin Bread
Z - Zodiac sign: Gemini Horse

This has been a very strange morning.

Last night on Judging Amy, a kid Googles himself and finds out his mom kidnapped him as a child. Just out of curiosity, I decided to Google myself. I didn’t find any juicy details about me, but I did find out an 8-year-old girl with my same full name was murdered earlier this year. That was a bit eerie.

Thinking about murder made me think about KM. She and her sister, SM, went to my high school. Her sister was in my class, and KM was two years above us. Their mom was a teacher at our school. KM was the head cheerleader. My sophomore year, she dated the quarterback. Since I was a trainer, I knew him, and we were in Spanish together. I would help them write love notes to each other. We weren’t best friends or anything, but I knew her. I knew her sister better since we were in practically every class together and for a while, we dated brothers. We used to joke that we were sister in laws. Over Christmas of my junior year, KM was killed in a drive by shooting. She was buried on Christmas Eve. The guys who did it were here from Mexico illegally, and went running for the border. KM’s mom was frustrated because their gang was hiding them, helping them get to Mexico. Immigration was a big story at the time, and she wrote into the local paper, basically saying that we had to have tougher border laws. Since my high school was 80% Hispanic, including many illegals, this caused an uproar. They basically chased her out of the school. Things were tough for SM, but she stayed through graduation.

In an effort to show they cared, our HS had us all write letters, petitioning America’s Most Wanted to show KM’s story. And, they actually did. Unfortunately, it hasn’t done any good. According to the article I read, they still haven’t caught the guys.

Further Googling revealed they never caught the guy who shot down the 5-year-old boy 2 doors down from me either. The little boy was caught in the crossfire of a gang fight during a party.

I need to quit reading things that will make me cry at work.

I ran into this woman on Saturday that I’ve known since I was 19. She told me, “It’s been neat watching you grow up, get more comfortable in your skin. You are much more confident now than you used to be, and that is good to see. You’ve come a long way, and you should be proud of yourself.”

Sometimes I get down on myself because I don’t have a degree, because I’m not where I want to be in my career, because I don’t have my dream house, for so many things…I just look at where I am and know that it is not where I want to be. Funny how looking back on what I came from makes me appreciate where I am in this moment. And so today I realize that while I’m not done moving forward, at least I am making progress.

So, I got lucky last night.

No, no! Not that kind of lucky! I went to see the Indigo Girls with SK, which was cool enough, but it turns out that Kelly Willis was the opening act! I was so excited when I found out, I literally jumped up and down. Not only did we have awesome seats, but Kelly signed my CD! Amazingly enough, I did not run into a single person I knew at this lesbian convention.

The show itself was cool. Kelly has a great stage presence and told stories between songs (which I like). When she played “Heaven’s Just a Sin Away” (which is a very upbeat song), she encouraged people to get up and dance it the aisles. She had to know that women made up almost the entire audience, and so it gave me warm fuzzies that she really seemed to be enjoying herself and our appreciation of her music. At one point near the end, she said that they were selling koozies with her name on them out in the lobby. Someone in the audience yelled “What’s a koozie?” Her reply: “You must not be a real Texan if you don’t know what a koozie is. It keeps your beer cold and your hands from getting wet.” It was very funny

As for the Indigo Girls…They put on a good show; enough new material mixed in with the old favorites. But…they didn’t talk much. Personally, I don’t go see live shows to hear the live music. I hate it when artists add extra notes to words, mess up the lyrics or sing it any way other than what was recorded on the CD. I want to sing along, dammit! Sing what I know! I go to see personalities, to hear the stories about why a song was written…The girls didn’t really do much of that. The most they said was about Emily’s T-Shirt, which said Wax Bush – Vote 2004. The story behind it sounded pretty interesting, so I’m going to check out the site later. MS said maybe since they did the storytellers thing, they didn’t feel the need. I say Bah! I paid to be entertained! But, since they played 2 out of the 3 songs I wanted to hear, I felt I could die happy as I left. Also, when the entire Bass Performance Hall is singing the words to “Closer To Fine” and they stop the music and the voices of all these women surround me, lift me, I feel a strange sense of connectedness to everything. Corny, yes, I know.

I wouldn’t say I am their typical rabid lesbian fan, but I do enjoy their music. The lyrics are most impressive. I could fill up an entire page with snippets of lyrics that mean something to me, but I will just put these two:

“Secure yourself to heaven.
Hold on tight, the night has come.
Fasten up your earthly burdens,
You have just begun.”“My friend Tanner she says you know me and Jesus we’re of the same heart
The only thing that keeps us distant is that I keep fuckin up”

Things that are irritating me today:

1. People who are surprised that Ashlee Simpson lip-synchs.
2. People who try to tell me how to do my job – and are wrong.
3. When I am standing by the elevator buttons and people bowl me over to push a button. DO NOT touch me, you toad! How hard is it to say “5 please”?
4. Two cars driving down a two lane road, side-by-side, both going at least 20 miles under the speed limit.
5. People who put the coffee pot back on the burner just enough coffee in the pot to cover the bottom and do not turn off the burner or make another pot of coffee.
6. People with college degrees who still can’t figure out when to use their, there or they’re.
7. People who needlessly clutter my inbox by hitting reply all to every single email sent to them.
8. Dropped calls and roaming. I should NOT hit roaming when moving from one side of the couch to the other, especially since I live in a major metropolitan area.
9. Current liquor laws – at 18, we consider people mature enough to die for our country and vote for leaders, but not purchase and consume alcohol.
10. People who complain constantly, but do nothing to resolve the issue.

Well, the Astros didn’t manage to hold on. Figures. Ah well, it was fun while it lasted. I got to go see game 5 at Minute Maid park - awesome seats and even better company! I found out today that my dad and my little brother were at the game too. If the ‘Stros had made it to the playoffs, I’d have been auctioning off my first born child for tickets. As I was leaving my review today, I was talking sports with my Team Lead and Sup. They were surprised I liked sports and the sup says “A girl that likes all sports? Are you married?” I’m not sure how he’s missed the clues. I guess it’s time to post my picture of Dorothy at my desk again.

Speaking of my dad, I talked to him on my way home today. He is hilarious. He’s complaining about the size of the restroom in his travel trailer. “It’s so small in there, you can’t even relax when you gotta take a grunt, much less reach around to wash in the shower!” I don’t know about you, but unless I’m talking to my dad, there isn’t much discussion about “grunts” or any other bodily functions. Ah, the things that keep us humble. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised here either - I bet my family is the only one who regularly plays dodge ball with cow pies. The key to cow pie fights is to find the ones firm enough to handle, but still moist on the inside, so they splatter when they hit!

Yes, yes, I’m in a straaaange mood.

Next weekend my youngest nephew is turning two *insert awwws here* So, I’m going to Houston, not only to see TG, but also to attend the family dinner. AND - TG got tickets to see the Texans! I’m so stoked! Pro footbal is the ONLY major sport I have not seen in person. I’ve even seen playoff games for the Rockets, Stars and now the Astros, but no pro football. Crazy, since I’ve lived 25 years in one football town or another.

In other news, I think I am a horrible person. See, I go to get on the elevator at work a few days ago and I see this preggers Indian lady (dot-on-the-forehead kind, not the teepee kind [yes, I know that’s not PC, but I told you I am horrible, didn’t I?]) and I look down at her feet. She is wearing sandals. Her toenails are soooo scary. Long, dirty and just general all-around funkified! And I think to myself:

Devil Voice: Girl needs to do something about that!
Good Girl Voice: Oh, she’s preggers, she cannot reach her toes.
DV: Well, she didn’t wind up preggers on her own. She needs to have that fella help a sister out!
GGV: What if she got knocked up and left? I should just give her $50 so she can get her toes done.
DV: She’d just pocket the money and you’d still have to deal with her skanky toes.

Yeah, I’m such a jerk.
Tie me up and beat me.
Punish me.
Thank you, may I have another.

Oh wait, was that the response you were looking for?

DC is awesome! I told her that I was going to see this weekend and she offered me her frequent flyer ticket. And while I was trying to figure out what time to fly back on Sunday night, she said “Why don’t you just fly back on Monday morning?” Wonderful idea! And now I get another night of cuddle time with The Girl. Even though I’m going to be tired! on Monday afternoon, it will be worth it! I’m very excited!! *happy dance* Oh! AND! T.G. is trying to get us tickets to see the Astros play at some point over the weekend. That would be too cool (it would be even better if they actually won but I realize that I’m probably asking for too much…)

I’m supposed to go play with MW tonight, but I’m not going to have time. I have to dig out some sweaters (because it’s brrr cold here…55 degrees this morning!) and pack for the weekend. But, I need to meet up with her at some point because most of the pictures from this past weekend are on her camera. I have a few, but she has the video of me saying “Be My Bitch!” Haha! (I didn’t know I was being recorded, I thought she was just taking pictures.)

I missed the part in the debates last night where gay marriage was discussed. Dammit. Really though, I didn’t want to watch the debates. The more I watch Bush speak, the more I think people who vote for him are blind, dumb or suffer from some sort of brain impairment. I’m pissed off that we still have an electoral college, because I feel like my vote will not really matter since I live in Texas. (Yes, I will vote anyway.)

So, first things first – I got in touch with the dr. It was nothing to stress about; she really just wanted to move up my follow up visit since I was having a bad reaction to the other medications. I tried to give them a piece of my mind regarding sensitivity training, but I was so relieved it wasn’t serious that it was hard for me to remain in the appropriate mind set to really chew the lady out. Perhaps after the relief wears off, I’ll write them a nasty letter and encourage the dr to put all her employees through Sensitivity 101.

This weekend, I got a really awesome compliment. I called a friend to see if he wanted to meet me out. When he answered the phone, he said he had just been talking about me a little while ago.

Me: Oh? Good stuff?
Him: I need to get an egg.
Me: Huh? An egg?
Him: I need to get an egg from you.
Me: What? You want to take me to breakfast?
Him: No. An ovarian egg. As in to make a baby.
Me: Ohhhh.

Wow. Is that flattering, or what? And, it got me to thinking. Would I actually do it? And, I’ve decided, yes, yes I would. Especially for someone I know, where I could be a part of the child’s life. I wouldn’t need to be acknowledged as “mother,” just a friend of the family like everyone else. Maybe it’s my ego talking, but I think it’d be pretty sweet to see what a baby Amy would look like without having to deal with birthin’ a baby and stretch marks! I don’t think I could ever give a baby up for adoption though. If I carried the child, I just don’t think I could. I have a great respect for women who are able to do it.

So – Could you? Could you donate an egg or sperm? If yes, would your willingness be dependant upon whether or not you had contact with the child?

Does anyone take migraine meds? My body is so sore lately.

I am leaving in 10 minutes for my MRI. I’m ready for this to be over. My blood work came back - everything looked fine.

The Girl is going with me - and this makes me happy.

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear

“Magic Fingers”

Go!

I keep trying to tell you, I’m a geek. Can anyone top a 1971 on this test?

But, apparently, I’m not a very good geek. I’m going to hell, but barely. I scored a 201.

Now, while these two tests results may appear to be discussing two completely different people, you will discover (if you haven’t already) that I am replete in contradictions.