9.16.2009

America, the beautiful

I love to ride my bicycle. I usually ride on a bike trail near my house that runs along a creek through town. It's a peaceful place, away from traffic and noise; and it's pretty- trees on one side of the trail and the banks of the creek with their wild flowers and native grasses on the other. I am comfortable here, and usually unafraid. There are generally quite a few other people around and they are generally friendly- they smile or wave, or say hi or just nod at you. Occasionally, they just ignore you, but I don't mind.

Recently, a wave of anti-Obama graffiti has appeared along the south section of the trail. Every trail sign, every bench, even the trail itself has become the mouthpiece of the ultra-conservative, right wing crazies. There are swastikas and all sorts of plays on the name - such as O-O-O-O-Obama, O what a jOke, and the f-bomb about every 5 feet or so.

Freedom of speech! Yeah! So much for my nice peaceful ride. I end up coming off the trail ready to ring someone's neck!!!! Sorry about the proliferation of exclamation marks- but really. I mean REALLY.

Just had to vent. Have a great night.

6.15.2009

June is GLBT Pride Month

I am a little late with this but I am having a sale on all GLBT jewelry items for the month of June. Check it out here: http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5454785

4.23.2009

Going to the Zoo

I am going to the zoo today with a 10 year old girl. (And a whole bunch of other people). I should be getting dressed, as we speak (or as I type). But I am drinking coffee and reading blogs.

Going to the zoo makes me a little nervous. Where are the bathrooms? Don't get so close to the monkey cage!

I was bitten by a white burro at a petting zoo when I was about 10 or 11 years old. My mother thought I should feed it and was holding my hand under its muzzle. My hand was cupped and its teeth chomped on the little fat pad in the palm of my hand by my pinky finger. It hurt a little but the sound of its teeth going "clunk" scared the holy hell out of me, and I started wailing. We had to go to the zoo infirmary. I got a little blood blister from it. My mother still feels guilty about holding my hand under the monster's muzzle. (Good!)

4.16.2009

Blogging like a child

I am going to start blogging like a child! I just came from reading the coolest blog ever- belongs to a 9 year old!