Sunday, July 29, 2012

Spreading Hate Like Butter On A Chicken Bun...


 Well, here they are in all their glory, Sarah and I can't even remember... oh Todd... Sarah and Todd Palin acting stupid again.  They are so wrong.  How can people call themselves American and be so closed minded and hateful.  
As I read all of the different statements and opinions about gay marriage, I have to remind myself that I am not married to my partner of 11 years.  We are raising children together but we are not "married" by a church or the state or anything of that sort.  If getting married was as easy for us as it is for heterosexual couples, I don't know that we would be married.  We probably would but I can't say for sure.  Honestly marriage isn't that important to me other than having "legal" rights,  health care, retirement, children etc.  I should expand but I'm too lazy.  Most of you know what the marriage certificate entails.  My parents were married.  My father twice, my mother 4 times in total.  My partners parents have been married more than 40 years and are still in love.  It's not about being married, it's about being told by a religion or a church or a bigot that being gay and married is wrong.

  Maybe the bible does say that 2 dudes or 2 chicks shouldn't get married because God thinks it's wrong.  Maybe homosexuality is a sin, maybe only men and women should raise children together, maybe God did punish all the people in New Orleans with that hurricane because they were sinners.  Only God knows for sure. 

 As I see it, we were created by someone, something and we are here to live a life.  We are meant to live our lives healthy, happy and respectful of other humans, other creatures, and to the earth we've been dropped onto.  Whether it's through our faith in God, Buddha, each other or whatever, we all have to share this world.  I don't care if someone doesn't believe in what I believe, I don't care if someone I meet on the street or at work has a different opinion about religion or marriage than I do.  In fact, I would be annoyed if everyone I've ever met completely agreed with me on every subject because sometimes I'm wrong or need more information to fully understand certain things.  What truly bothers me is when a person of "power" expresses a hateful or hurtful opinion and doesn't care who it affects.  When I say person of power, I mean someone who is heard by thousands or ten's of thousands of people, or someone who is allowed to stand in front of an audience and speak or a classroom.  Any time a politician or a radio talk show host gets out and spews hate, it only incites more hate amongst regular people.  America, freedom of speech, I get it.  Think before you speak in front of millions. 

 Sure Sarah and Todd, we know, your not a big fan of gay marriage.  No one for one single minute thought that you were.  Holding those bags with that phony thumbs up is telling us what?  You love chicken?  You totally agree with Chik-Fil-A and think that marriage should only be between a man and a woman like the bible says?  Or is it really just because Obama made a statement a few months ago about gay marriage being ok?  That's the real deal here right?  Your hatred for him is so intense that you are willing to look even more like a bigot than you already do by supporting a place that you probably never even thought about going to.  It's not just your base, it's just him.  Your probably not racist, your just so up the tea party's ass that ANYTHING to show your opposition to him... you can't resist.  Whatever.  Is it a sin to have a child out of wedlock when the law says sex before 18 is illegal?  Is it a sin to leave your term 1/2 way through because of the stress on your family that you continue to put on them over and over.  Is it a sin to hate another human being as much as you hate Obama.  Let's talk about sin for a minute.


Adultery, divorce, hate, Oxycontin, driving a really long way with a dog on the roof of your car, leaving your wife when she's diagnosed with cancer, naming your son Trig or Trak, comparing a US President to a man that killed at least 11 million people, giving the most false information possible to your viewers on a regular basis, being anti-abortion but pro capital punishment, how about comparing our US President to a psychopathic killer that walked into a theater shooting guns and killing 12 innocent people.  Are these things sins?  Are these things worse than loving another human being and wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone.  I realize that sin is a huge part of the religious argument here.  I also realize that sin is spread everywhere.  The left have sin also, they just don't preach the word of the lord as much.  I don't see how we can mix religion with politics or fast food and think that's ok.  

Have your religious views, teach them to your children, post them on Facebook but don't make a public statement about your religious views when you sell chicken, or when you are trying to get people elected.  Good for Huckabee and Santorum that they have a strong belief system, keep that stuff under your roof, as I will keep my sexuality under mine.  I'm not running for office or hosting a show on TV.  Talk God and the bible on the religion channel or in your church.  Stop telling me about my sin when your sinning everyday more than I do in a year.  Your judgement of others is enough sin for a lifetime.     

When religious people talk about gay people and raising children, that's another thing that really bothers me.  I don't hear anything about child abuse, spousal abuse, incest, child pornography or fathers that desert their children nearly as much as I do about gay parents not being in the best interest of the child.  It seems like as long as there is a mother and father in the picture, the rest is just circumstance.  There is no study showing that children of gay parents turn out any different than children of two heterosexual parents.  The only thing I could find was that lesbian moms spend more time playing with their kids than heterosexual dads do and children of gay parents are less gender specific when it comes to roles of men and women.  In other words, they don't give a care who cooks and cleans or who works full time.  I did find a lot of info about children of divorce, children in abusive homes, children of single mothers or single fathers and children whose parents are first cousins.  No religious groups talk about that do they?


Children raised by gay parents are no worse off then children without fathers or children living in foster care or in orphanages or on the streets.  My children are being raised by gay people, they are "gaybies", they are normal, weird because they're teenagers, but normal.  They aren't gay and probably won't be.  They are healthy and smart and funny.  Mostly, they are loved and they are surrounded by unconditional love.  Not abnormal or inappropriate love, the same kind of love that a mom and dad family have for their kids.  They might get a question or two from their friends but nothing more than that.  We don't dress them in rainbow clothes or walk down the street shouting out our gay pride so that helps some.

Church near a gay friends house in VA
God created us.  You can't "pray the gay away".  It's in our plan whether we are gay or not.  Some of us will be comfortable and accept it, some people will never come out and always suffer in silence or pretend they aren't gay.  Some people are straight and will never be gay.  Most people are straight I believe.  It's not a choice just as having a mole on your ass or talking with a lisp isn't a choice.  You can have a mole removed or go to speech therapy but you can't take a class or go to a retreat and not be gay anymore.  You can choose not to eat at chik-fil-a, you can choose to not say hateful things on your radio show, you can decide to be open minded yet stick to your beliefs.  It's not hard to listen to someones opinion and disagree but it's gotta be tiring to hate someone so much that you search for ways to harm them through speeches and monologues.  Where is the reason? Worried about our country because of health care but not hate?  Worried about the deficit but not the war or corporate greed?  Worried about gay marriage but not divorce, adultery or teenage pregnancy?  Good luck when you get to heaven.  Don't forget your waffle fries. 



this is from an online article on cnn.  thought i should add it:
Politicos such as Santorum and former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee are also showing their support. Huckabee has called for a "Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day" next Wednesday.
The Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation (GLAAD), meanwhile, is promoting a National Same-Sex Kiss Day to be held at Chick-fil-A restaurants across the country on August 3

 The number of Americans who say they have a close friend or family member who is gay, meanwhile, has jumped from 49% in 2010 to 60% today, the first time in CNN polling that a majority of Americans have said that. In the 1990s, most Americans said they did not know anyone close to them who was gay. Attitudes about sexual orientation have also changed over that same time period. In 1998, a majority believed that someone who is homosexual could change their sexual orientation if they chose to do so. Today, only a third feel that way, and the number who say that gays cannot change their orientation is almost six in 10.
quoted from "Chick-fil-A wades into a fast-food fight over same-sex marriage rights"
Sarah Aarthun, CNN

Saturday, July 7, 2012

My crazy allergy attack & google has me confused with a Republican!

ok, i don't know how to fix this but i keep getting these ads on my blog site for Romney and Ron Paul.  Google has me listed as a male, 18-24 years old.  They aren't as accurate as they should be.  I'm a 41 year old female.  Maybe I'm super immature... of course... duh.  That's exactly the problem here.
Whatever... so my google search results are how to tie a tie or you-tube the shuffle dance step by step... who really knows what they base this on?


Other news... my fucking ridiculous allergies are beginning again. Oh snapper fish, I didn't blog about my super awesome February allergic meltdown!! well, let me start with a photo that i will upload but won't show up in this exact location so hopefully you haven't looked at it yet.  It requires  a little warning.  This is NOT how I normally look. 

for the record. i deleted these.  they were so awful. so yuck. had to drop that shit. i'm too vain. yick...






Ok, I posted 3.  I gradually had some symptoms of allergy.  Starting with itchy tongue then ears.  A day or so later, my lower lip swelled, then my top lip.  Itchy, red hands and feet.  Swollen hands.  Unbearable itchy feet and toes.  Thought of anything new I'd eaten or used to wash my body or clothes with.  Nothing was different, no explanation.  I started to get very, very anxious.  This worsened each day.  I had an itchy chin, my eyebrow started to swell and itch and then I woke up one morning and I looked like someone hit me in the forehead with a metal pipe.  My face!!! My precious face!! I was horrified.  I had gone to Urgent Care, they told me to take benedryl and some other daytime shit.  I tried that, no relief.  Googled it, tried it all... no help.  Angioderma is what I finally concluded and that, surprisingly, has no cure but isn't deadly.  Some relief was found because this bizarre torturous thing had a name.  I had a couple shots of keratin in my ass and that only slowed the swelling.  The itching had turned to rash and it was all over my arms, then the back of my legs and finally... my inner thighs... I was always grateful that my crotch didn't itch...then it did.  AAAAAGGGHHHH!!  Truly awful.  Wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.  Truthfully... torture, depression and anxiety were my complete composure during this time.  It became kinda scary when I had to stop every few hours at work (meanwhile... this has been about 3 1/2 weeks, I haven't called in sick once) because I felt like I couldn't breathe.  That's when I left work early, went to urgent care and had a full on panic attack.  I told the nurse it felt like the inside of my throat was swelling and that was crazy.  She responded with:  "that's not crazy, it probably is".  Holy shit!!!  Now I needed an epi-pen and was told by my doctor (which I felt I had to get due to this mad illness) that if I felt like this again I should slam this needle in my thigh and call 911.  Does she have ANY idea how expensive an ambulance is???  Yeah, right?  911 my ass!! 

I went to an allergist and they scratched and poked my skin what felt like 100 times.  They took a bunch of little swabby tests and the conclusion was that I'm allergic to every kind of fucking plant and grass you can think of.  It sort of slowly went away.  I had hell for 4 weeks then nothing.  Now, I get itchy ears and swollen eyebrows and lips but nothing noticeable or crazy.  I take claritin during the day when I feel any symptoms and now I owe urgent care, the allergist and my doctor about $300 in total (I, luckily, have insurance through my job or I'd be out a few thousand).  The whole experience, made me realize how ultra, super sensitive I am to pain and discomfort.  I am a huge pussy but at the same time, tolerate a lot before I make a doctor's appointment.  I guess that's normal for a pussy.  Don't want to take my car to the mechanic because they'll discover something ridiculous, same thing for a doctor.

If this is what happens when you get older then holy shit! I can't wait to shit my pants and forget where the fuck I'm standing!  Pretty sure benadryl and claritin won't take care of those symptoms.

Let's hope I can just get through a few more high pollen counts before those things happen!  Here's to an easy menopause that google will never recognize...


Saturday, June 2, 2012

All-Star Soccer Story...Never Give Up!

(I started this post a long time ago... months... wanted to finish and post) 

Well, sorry for the long, long lag in work here. I've been a busy beaver. Soccer took a lot out of me this time around. I started coaching the regular fall season in August and having a very successful season, decided to coach All-Stars which just ended a week ago. That's a lot of friggin soccer. My regular team, the Panthers, had a great run. We only lost 1 of ten games before play-offs. Our 1st playoff game was against a team that we had played twice in regular season. Once was a 1-0 win and the second time was a tie, 1-1. This team was great, we were nervous... we played a whole game with 0-0 score. Overtime, still no score, penalty kicks. We scored one more than them and won. This meant we would move on to play 2 more teams before semi-finals. We won our game 5-1 and then played the championship game and won that 6-1. It was epic. We took the championship title and went on to play in the Area play tournament that included 9 cities. We placed 3rd, again going into overtime and penalty kicks. It was pretty awesome and unfortunately we lost to a Santa Barbara team so the 1st and 2nd place teams went on to the state tournament, both Santa Barbara teams... not a fan of Santa Barbara's soccer... I have decided to win again this season and give them a good beating.  If it's meant to be. 

I coached an All-Star team for the 1st time ever and it was all the work and time dedication I expected it to be but was so worth it.  We didn't play incredibly strong but we did take home a 1st place trophy in our very first tournament.  It was a "sportsmanship" tournament so winning games and scoring goals wasn't important.  How your team, coaches and parents treated the opposing team was the way to win.  We got our full point potential for every game we played and the referee's loved us.  It was quite an honor to have a representative come up to me after our last game and pull me aside to give me the good news.  That particular game will live in my mind forever... we had tied our 1st game, lost game 2, lost game 3 and the 4th game wasn't looking very promising.  My assistant coach and his son, my goalkeeper, had a Chargers game to go to so I was short him and 1 other player.  The other team was Beverly Hills and they were huge, watching them warm up had us all very nervous.  We all kept joking that they probably had personal trainers for each player and their coach was a professional hired by all the "Ritchie Rich" parents.  These U12 boys looked like they were U21, they had beards.  There was a game on the field we needed to play on so we really had only a couple of minutes to get ready, all my boys had just come from lunch so we were all sluggish.  My keeper was out so I had to put my own son in the box for the 1st half, he's not usually a goalie so he was very intimidated.  The first goal hit that net like a torpedo, second shot bounced of the post but literally shook the ground.  My kid looked like he was gonna either shit his pants or turn and run.  It was awful, he didn't cry though, he stood there and tried to stop these gargantuan boys from taking his head off with a soccer ball.  By half time, we were down 0-3.  All the my kid's dads (who are all coaches, their kids were picked by me and my assistant during the regular season) stood behind me mumbling about what I should do and how I need to reposition etc, etc... I had to finally turn around and tell them to let me coach because here, it's my job.  It was pretty stressful.  We were getting pummeled.  The boys were looking very defeated, every time they got the ball, someone stole it back, the other team had code words and secret plays, it was obvious that they had played together for years (I later found out, they are an "extra" team and have played together for numerous seasons).  1/2 time speech I knew I had to make some changes and give some sound advice.  I put one kid on #14 (I'm pretty sure this kid drove himself to the game), and pulled another boy back to protect the keeper, pulled my son out of the box and replaced him with another goalie.  I let these boys know that no matter what happens, they have the power to win if they try really hard and don't let the missed shots drag them down.  My assistant always tells them that 90% of the game is in your head and if you can keep your head in the game, you can do anything.  We rallied the team, one of my boys got a goal and that was all we needed.  This other team thought they were gonna beat us bad but we got in their head and shook 'em up with that 1st goal in the 2nd half.  I'm not exactly sure what I said on that 1/2 time break but I know that I got them going and I let them know how proud I was of them and how confident I was in their ability to shut this team down and not let them score any more.  They came out onto that field looking like rock stars.  They were passing, communicating and making spectacular plays.  I called out to Nick, one of my players, asked him if he was tired and wanted to sit out.  He said no, he was fine and I promptly ordered him to score one more and BAM!  He turned around and shot one in like a rocket!  The boys started getting pumped up, the parents started cheering.  I ran up and down the sidelines and started shouting out at them!  It was awesome!  Third quarter started and we were still losing 2-3.  We were still keeping the ball on the right side of the field and still holding them back.  Finally we were down to the last few minutes and there was a foul called almost to the half line.  We were awarded a free kick.  It was in a spot that was almost impossible for anyone to make.  Off to the side, too far really to go right in with power and the kicker would have to be very talented to make this shot.  We, luckily, had one of those types of kids.  I shouted out to let David kick it.  We held our breath, ref backed up, David backed up and in slow motion (or so it seemed), he shot that friggin ball right into the goal!!  I think I had a small heart attack, the parents behind me screamed and jumped up and down and we had this "elite" super human team tied, we tried our best to get one more for the win but the ref blew the whistle and we ended in a tie.  It was one of my proudest moments as a coach, my boys ran off the field and we all cheered and I think I started to get teary eyed.  The other team looked like they had no idea what just happened and their coach took off his hat and threw it to the ground.  It was both hilarious and sad.  Even though we didn't win, I will always remember that game as a perfect example of why you never, ever give up.  Fight on until the whistle blows because you never know what your capable of until you are put to the challenge.

     After the game a lady whispered in my ear that we were to meet in another location to receive our trophy and medal for placing 1st in sportsmanship.  She asked me not to say anything because it was supposed to be sort of private to not make any of the other teams feel bad about not winning (that is crazy if you ask me because I want everyone to know I'm a winner).  We drove a few parks away and were presented with a trophy and medals for the boys.  Some teams were still playing but based on our perfect score for sportsmanship, no other team was even close to winning.  Very cool.  We went on to place 2nd in a Lompoc tournament and 2nd in an unofficial mini tourney and unfortunately didn't get to go on to state because we lost in penalty kicks for one of our last tournaments.  I ended up having 4 games decided on penalty kicks last season.  2 from regular and 2 from All-Stars.  That is also a VERY stressful situation to be in, we won 2 out of those so hopefully, this season, we will win them all.  Those are a result of again, not giving up.  Holding some of these teams to a tie is sometimes all you can do when they are bigger and more skilled.  I am truly happy when I am coaching and enjoy every stressful minute of it.  Spring this season was also fun and the 3 months when I'm not coaching always turns into anxiety as I wait to see who I get to influence in the new season.  I'm not exactly politically correct and I sometimes set a bad example by swearing or saying slightly inappropriate things when I'm angry but I know for a fact that I make a positive impact on these boys and I love them all as if they were my own.  Trying to get 10-12 boys to listen and behave is not an easy task but I wouldn't trade it for the world.  I am very lucky and very thankful.

I will try to post more before 6 more months and maybe my next post will be hateful and filled with swear words if your lucky.  Hold your breath.  


oh and i'm getting old so i have to post this shit in a bigger font... sorry about that...




Sunday, February 12, 2012

hey douchebags at google ads....

I'M NOT A RON PAUL SUPPORTER!!
DON'T PUT UP ADS ABOUT RON PAUL!!!
MY SARCASM DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T LOVE OBAMA.
IT MEANS I'M MAKING FUN OF CONSERVATIVES.
RON PAUL IS FUCKING HILARIOUS. NOT A PRESIDENT OF OUR COUNTRY. HE CAN START HIS OWN COUNTRY, WHEN THAT WORKS OUT, HE CAN APPLY FOR THE JOB HERE.
THANK YOU
LOVE YOU
BYE