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Love is love.

Why is marriage equality still up for discussion...still up for debate...still having to prove itself in the court system? I really don't get it. Why do people who have no intention of joining into a same-sex relationship give a shit what others do with their own personal lives? I know I'm not breaking ground here; I'm not saying anything new, I just can't wrap my mind around why this is an issue. Still.

Last week I spent a few days watching Caprica, the prequel of sorts to Battlestar Galactica. Sasha Roiz plays a mafia man...an extremely attractive mafia man...an extremely attractive gay mafia man...an extremely attractive MARRIED gay mafia man. I'm not just mentioning him because of how ridiculously handsome he is with all of his perfectly placed Tauron tattoos, I mean that's just understood and no one would believe me If I claimed otherwise, but I'm mainly bringing him up because in the show his same-sex relationship is just normal, not in anyway disputa…

The Perfect Storm

Today was kind of a rough day for me (and by rough I'm referring to the panic attack I had in the middle of the Diamondbacks stadium with hundreds of baseball fans walking past: tears streaming down my face, sweat pooling in all sorts of crevices on my body, hands shaking, unable to catch my breath). Even though this happened today, I believe the shittiness of the situation can actually be traced back to last night.

Last night I had a great night. Last night I didn't get home until three in the morning. Last night I reached a level of intoxication that many probably shouldn't even attempt. I'm not bragging. I do not condone this nor do I see the lure of reaching that level of alcohol consumption; but it occasionally happens. Also, while it is obvious by some of my drink recipes posts that I enjoy adult beverages on a more frequent than infrequent basis -- my goal when imbibing is not to get obliterated, at least not so much any more.

So as this little tale goes, it was…

Regrets

I woke up this morning to a rather ominous (and seemingly pointed) question on my google homepage. It asked, "When you die, what will you regret?". Now, I'm fairly certain the question wasn't actually directed at me (we can never be too sure with our computers, right Caprica), and instead some article that I neglected to read...however, the g.d. question has been festering inside me all day even though it doesn't quite make sense. How does someone regret something if they're already dead? But realities aside, it is thought provoking.

The question reminds me of a movie I watched with my mom when I was in my teens. Albert Brooks and Meryl Streep portrayed two recently deceased characters in Defending Your Life. The characters basically had to demonstrate their readiness for moving forward by screening different "scenes" from their life as proof of their accomplishments. If the characters were able to show how they took chances, helped others, and in g…

Is This Gonna Be Forever?

Ugh...I think I need to find a new job. I know...I'm definitely starting to feel (and sound) like a broken record. It's almost funny, but not at all. The sad part is with the exception of the "financial difficulties" plaguing my current place of employment, I really enjoyed my position this last school year. I liked the ages I worked with and the classes I taught. I liked the small setting and modified school week that enabled me to get to know my students outside the classroom setting. Most of all, I liked the students.

I went into teaching to be able to work in communities on the lower end of the Socio-Economic spectrum. I didn't want to work with students who I felt were automatically given every opportunity. Even though my students struggled, I can't think of anything more gratifying than to have been a part of helping the percentage that tried...and who ultimately were successful. However, all the positives I mentioned are sullied because I just don'…

To my Dad on Father's Day

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During first semester of this last school year I showed a few of my classes this picture of my dad to give them a visual of sorts for a personal narrative I had written for an assignment example. After class, a few students  immediately arrived in husband's class commenting on my dad's appearance and questioning my dad's overall demeanor. They asked my husband if he was intimidated when he first met my dad. To me that's kind of funny because my dad isn't like that. Intense, passionate about his beliefs, physically strong...those are all true, and potentially defining characteristics, but obviously that is not the whole person I know as my dad.

Having said that, my dad and I haven't always gotten along famously. When I was a teenager, and especially when we were moving out to Washington, we butted heads constantly. Looking back it's super easy to see that we were just a lot alike when it came to how we wanted to do things on a daily basis and since my broth…

How Did I Get Here?

Do you ever just stop what you're doing, look around, and really take in your surroundings? I do, often it seems. I have developed a habit of walking around our house, entering each room, and seeing (but kind of not really believing) it's all real. Maybe that sounds a little weird, but really, how the hell did I get here? Arizona...marriage..mortgage. It's hard for me to grasp.

I spent the last week organizing four years worth of digital pictures, and then moved a bit further backward into the land of actual photos and photo albums. Life in Philadelphia, and Washington, and trips here and there... it is a touch disconcerting to see aspects of my life turn into memories infiltrated by people whose names I can't even remember...memories that were my reality but are now completely different from what currently surrounds me.

Sometimes I'm conflicted. When I was traveling a lot and living out of two suitcases for months at at time or even when I was simply moving betwe…

The Mighty Five--Utah

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The "Mighty Five" are five of Utah's National Parks. Arches, Canyonlands, Capitol Reef, Bryce Canyon, and Zion, along with multiple scenic drives in between, offer some of the most spectacular views and unique rock formations I have ever seen. Even though we covered the entire trip (about 1,500 miles) in four days, I wouldn't suggest it. (Although I'm pretty sure a certain Mr. Sullivan would be proud.) If I were to re-plan this trip knowing exactly what I now understand about the parks I would definitely make at least three changes. 
One change would be to leave all of our camping gear at home. Even I consider this to be a blasphemous statement. Here's why though. The time of year was almost perfect. Thanks to our early start and early finish school year, we hardly had to wedge in among crowds to see the sights during the first week in June. However, the temperature averages listed in the park information were almost ten degrees below what we actually experi…