My loving boyfriend
Never having had to go hungry
Having a stable job with room to grow
Curling up on the couch with my favorite blanket
Dancing as if no one's watching
I went to meet Mary with MAS Rescue at Academy Animal Hospital. She was bringing two kittens--Lucy and Ethel--for me to meet and choose one to adopt. The kittens were emaciated and had breathing problems and runny eyes and noses. They barely moved. It was really depressing. Worst of all, the woman tried to con me into taking one of the kittens even though it would likely die or infect my current kitty. Sick kittens and a face-eating elves.
After that horrible experience, I spent four hours contacting shelters about adopting a kitten. Finally, we decided to drive out to the SPCA on Falls Road. There was one kitten left, eight weeks old and healthy. We took him home on the spot. Meet the new member of our family.
I have the opportunity to move into a new position within my office. I would serve as the liaison between my department and the IT department on the reorganization of our intranet and would work on new social media initiatives. It's a high profile position and would look great on my resume. Besides, I'm bored with what I've been doing and have been looking for a way to add blogging, podcasting, etc. to my repertoire.
Just one problem.
My would-be supervisor and I don't get along that well. Also, I am really independent (read: I do what I want!) at work now and may have to give some of that up.
What to do?
'Tis the season of over-eating.
My friend had this fun, food-related list-game on her blog Jakezilla, so I thought I'd take a crack at it. The only thing I would never eat is the Big Mac meal--sounds like a dirty old trucker. Besides, I've tasted the double cheeseburger and won't go back for more. There are some things I've had that aren't on the list that I have eaten: guinnea pig, llama, coca tea, pisco, octopus, chicharron, meat from the sack off the back of a poor bolivian woman, maranon, tepesquinlte, and tacos from the sketchiest shack in Honduras (yes, I got sick.)
So, anyway, here's my list. Bolded items are things I have eaten; italicized items are things I would never eat.
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese fondue (can’t go wrong with melted cheese)
10. Baba ghanoush
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
27. Dulce de leche
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
44. Goat’s milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
47. Chicken tikka masala
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV
60. Carob chips
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost, or brunost
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
79. Lapsang souchong
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef
90. Criollo chocolate
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa
95. Mole poblano (One of my specialtie
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
When will gays be treated equally in our society? If the government tried to ban marriages between people based on race, religion, age, class, etc., there would be riots across the country.
We have affirmative action for racial minorities and women. Meanwhile, there is no law to specifically forbid firing someone for being gay. I have more than one gay friend who is afraid of admitting to being homosexual for fear of backlash from the community and repercussion at the workplace.
Laws against hate crimes protect criminal offenses committed against a person or property motivated, in whole or in part, by the offender's bias against a racial group, religion, ethnicity, gender, sexual preference or disability. Gender identity is not protected, because, apparently, beating cross-dressers with baseball bats isn’t a crime…law enforcement agencies don’t even bother keeping stats on these crimes. Just last year, President Bush rejected efforts to expand federal "hate crimes" laws to include sexual orientation.
I am proud that this country has finally progressed to a point where a black family can occupy the white house and a woman can be considered as a presidential nominee. Unfortunately, we have not come far enough to allow gays to be treated as equals.
My theory? People are scared to accept gays because they just might have to acknowledge their own homo-erotic thoughts. Get over it.
Side note: I was supposed to have been at work at 7:30 a.m.—the original plan was to work until lunch time and hit the polls before the mad after-work rush. My plans changed when my alarm went off at 5:15 a.m., just two hours after I had gotten home from the Bassnectar show at Bedrock. I turned the screeching alarm off and went back to sleep for a couple of hours before dragging myself out of bed and to the polls.
Expecting hundreds of people to be waiting in a line wrapped around the Canton Middle School, my designated polling place, I was shocked at the silence on the streets. Just two small signs—one advocating slots and one supporting Obama—lined the chain link fence near the school’s entrance. I guess Maryland is so blue, that we don’t need pushy campaigners to persuade us to vote for their candidate. The dems know we belong to them, and the republicans consider us a lost cause.
I joined the line, which was spilling out just beyond the doors. There were maybe 25 people ahead of me. Some old timers were grumbling. I’m not sure what for. I was in and out in 15 minutes…barely even had a chance to sip my coffee, much less eat my banana.
I voted for Obama-Biden, like a good MD dem should. I said “yes” to slots and yes to early voting. I didn’t vote for the district court judges, because I know nothing about them. I figure no vote is better than uninformed voting. I also said “yes” to increased funding for schools, arts and culture.