No one told me that my blog wasn’t showing up in IE all this time. My blog theme is broken, so I’m making Hubby fix it tomorrow. I changed it back to the girly one I had until I can get it fixed.

I am all about supporting gays and lesbians in our country, and around the world (with the exception of Perez Hilton – I can’t stand him), and I am glad that Obama is taking the step to protect gays in the military. My concern though, and I support Obama, from a distance, as I have not a political bone in my body, is that Obama said he’d pull our troops out, but here he’s encouraging more people to join the service. Is he supporting gays because he has his own agenda, or because he actually cares about them, and their rights.

I think it would really be a shame if its his way to get more people to enlist so that he can send them to Afghanistan and Iraq to be killed. They’ll already have a target on them, from all of the Homophobes that are undoubtedly in the military, but to send them into these danger zones, just seems to be putting the target on their backs, and then strapping on a couple grenades, and pushing them out into the desert.

This label does not bother me one bit. One of my exes told me repeatedly that I’m a book worm. Probably because he never cracked a book. Since then, I was called a bookworm a lot. I never really read a book for classes in high school, but I did alright. Well, I take that back, I read all of the time for my American Lit class as a JR, and I think I got an A (since it was in Montana, the grade scale was 93-100% A). Either a low A, or a high B. I have my transcripts from high school, but I don’t know if I remember where I put them. I took two American Lit classes in high school. I took one that was mandatory while I lived in Montana, and since I enjoyed it so much, I took a semester long course when I moved back to Washington.

Anyway, the reason I’m posting today, is because I’ve been reading the ‘Sookie Stackhouse’ or ‘True Blood’ series by Charlaine Harris. I started them a week ago and I absolutely love them. I haven’t been so sucked into books in a long time. I’ve been up late at night, 3-5am reading. The drawback is that I’m not able to wake up in the morning– so I’ve been sleeping until sometimes later than 1pm. :-/ My best friend reads these books too, I actually read the first few pages of the first book at her house over New Year weekend. I wasn’t sure if I’d like it, but then I watched a few episodes of the True Blood show on HBO, though I hate the show compared to the books, all I wanted to do was read them. I told my best friend that I started reading them, and she’s tickled pink. I’m dying to catch up with her, so that we can finally chit chat back and forth so that she’s not giving anything away. I don’t want to give anything away, also, as one of my international friends is reading at least the first one.

Well, anyway, I am going to get going, I picked up the next one at the store today, and I’m dying to get started. (PS – I love you hubby. Don’t be mad. Remember you like it when I”m happy )

I think I got it fixed. Also, I’ve made public all of my entries. Some may be password protected, but if you get really bored at work this week, I invite you in to my life. Enjoy

My husband brought to my attention, that since I was redoing some work on my blog, I messed up some categories in my blog. Ignore category listings for now. I’ll fix this later on tonight!

Thanks honey!

Isn’t it funny how sometimes you are inspired to write just based on the writing instrument you chose to write with? For example, I write in a reserved manner when it comes to typing here on my blog because people don’t understand that when they come here, they may not like what they read, yet the continue to come knowing I’ll offend them. When I write in pencil, I write more fictional stories, a lot of make believe comes from my pencil writings. The kicker, is that when I write with pen, I write more of my true feelings, and less of that fiction crap. For example, 95% of my poems I’ve written (I’ve written over 100) are in pen. They may not be the best in the world, but they’re raw emotion.

One thing I’ve been struggling with lately is that I’ve been needing to vent, I’ve been needing to write, and I can’t. I put pen to paper and nothing comes out. I have thought about getting assistance from a counselor, maybe that would help me, but even then, if I can’t write for myself, how can I write or talk with someone else. It’s not like I’m crazy (some of you will argue, but this is my  blog so STFU!) I just had a wonderful relationship with a counselor before and I was so much more happy. I was able to let things out, let them go, and move on. And damnit, I was able to write. I read some of my old poems occasionally, and they make me happy. They make me feel something other than frustration. I read old blogs I’ve had that were free that I never deleted, and my writing then was so vivid I can picture what was going on, all those things I’ve otherwise blocked out and repressed.

My counselor before told me, ” I worry sometimes because of things you can’t remember of certain events, and I don’t want you to get to the point that you block out so much you don’t have memories of your happy times.” I believe that is where I am. I wish I could call upon my counselor and just spend hours venting like before, but I can’t.

I also got inspired to write from music. I get more inspired to dance (badly) by music lately then I do to write. I don’t know. I just feel like I took one wrong step and this is all a result.

Well, not actually. And it’s not actually soup… The spaghetti sauce is on the stove cookin’ away. Every time I’ve opened the freezer the past few weeks, I’ve been stared in the face by the Garlic Bread, and it’s been calling my name with a slightly pornographic request  to “eat me!” ‘Me’ being the garlic bread of course.

My friends on Twitter decided to tell me that I am sickingly sweet when it comes to my having asked Hubby to “be the Wall-e to my Eve”. I didn’t know this was possible, but I am glad that I am good at something!

I cleaned most of the kitchen today, I have yet to put the things back where they go, or to put what I took off of the counters into a more permanent spot. I missed a few dishes tat were left on the coffee table, so they’ll get put in the dishwasher with tonights dinner dishes. Since I am hoping we’ll have  a little one soon (by soon, take the time until we start trying and add 9 months), I think we both agree that we need to crack down on keeping the house clean. I am already envisioning how we’ll keep tabs on the little one once it gets conceived and then born and begins crawling. We’re still a long ways from that, but it’s never too soon to plan.

Anyway, I am going to hop off here and attempt to get some more things done. I think I might start the pasta for the spaghetti so it’s all ready when Hubby gets home. All but the Garlic Bread of course, as that only takes 5 minutes. nom nom!

I worked as a temp this week and since it was not as busy as my boss was expecting, I wrote short stories about about my best friend and my adventures growing up. My best friend started them in 2003 when I moved away for 6 months. Though at the time we assumes it was for much longer. She wrote it as a way to eternalize our friendship. I have been thinking about publishing them to a blog amd sharing them with the world, but another part of me wants to turn them into kind of a comic book and giving them to her.

Anyway. Back to writing for me.