Because I think it's something you should know.

First, read this:

http://www.danoah.com/2012/11/anything-other-than-straight.html

Next, this is my opinion:

So what if you're bisexual? ;) I hope that doesn't offend you. I don't think it's a big deal. I think people need something to gossip about, some common belief to congregate around, and sadly, sex is a core interest. Even those that aren't truly abhorrent of homo/ bisexuals act as though they are to fit in, and have some common ground with others. Think back to that night you described with your guy friends, when you laughed along so they wouldn't suspect you. I honestly believe that at least one other man in that group was doing the same thing you were. Just trying to get along, and giving consent to an idea because they didn't want to rock the boat or worse, get thrown off that boat. 

I'm bisexual, even if I've never done anything worse than lay in bed together with another woman while thinking about doing things with her. My husband knows and accepts that. Our belief is loyalty trumps sexuality. I can be attracted to whomever I wish, so long as he's the one I touch and love. I point out all the attractive people I see to him, girl or guy, and that lets him know that I'm looking around, but his hand is the only one I'm holding. You're no different for recognizing beauty in all aspects of human appearance. It just means you're more open minded, right? lol.

I'll tell you something I've before now only told a few. My mom got me riled up once when we were having a heart-to-heart. I inadvertently admitted I was bisexual. My mom was extremely shocked (I had only dated males, and was at the time dating my now husband), and eventually managed to convey that she was worried for my soul. This brought on an even more painful topic: I don't believe in god, when all is said and done. We talked it over, and it's rarely been mentioned since, but I'll never forget her telling me that she's scared, because I'm going to hell.

Historically, homosexuality has not only been around, it's been obvious. That leads me to believe that either most of humanity is going to hell for one thing or another, according to Christian beliefs. You (hopefully) aren't in hell yet, so don't sweat it until you're in it, okay?

Anyway, you have my support, whether you find that you're really hetero, homo, or bisexual. Really, you could try to experiment sexually with an attractive male and see if you just like the view, or if you like the lifestyle. Because those are also two different things. Regardless, find beauty all around you. Look at the sky. Locate the bird you can hear. Stop and inspect a flower. Just don't concentrate solely on you, on what others think of you, and on what you may think of yourself. Good luck, and lots of love.

That's all I just wanted it to be out there. 

Ode to the Kitty

Because she is just a constant companion when I am at home. She cries, she throws up, she purrs, she scratches, she kisses (it's awkward), she plays tag (even when we don't want to), hell, all she needs to do is talk, and sometimes I think she only pretends she can't.

She's a sweetie, but I really wanna brag about my dumbass accomplishment. I had the bright idea that hubby and I should strip at the door one day, and have a naked sword fight. It was fun. Neither of us got hurt, amusingly enough. But then I realized kitty needed medicine shoved down her throat via a syringe (She's had worms, and this was supposed to get rid of the last of them). My intelligent thought was to not bother getting dressed, wrap her in a towel and force-feed her her medicine. So I did. ....And I succeeded. Not even her vet expected us to be able to actually give her the medicine (because she's a feral demon cat), but I did. I even made her drink water to wash the rest of the medicine down using another syringe. While naked. I'm still shocked at my audacity, and trying to figure out if I was stupid or confident or both. Hubby watched the whole time, waiting for something to go wrong. Honestly, she nearly clawed me at one point, but I have quick reflexes for a reason. SO we both escaped unscathed. Please tell me: Was that stupid? Do I deserve praise? Because I feel incredibly pleased with myself, and also incredibly shocked at myself.

I also think she must be a true masochist. After I did that to her, she has stayed by my side constantly. She doesn't fight me, and she asks me for food a lot less than she did just the week before. It's scary.

So all of this originated when we took her to the vet. I saw a worm come out of her butt, got the willies, and chose a random vet. We went in, they weighed her (ELEVEN POUNDS ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!?!?!), checked her teeth (looking good, even though she throws up a lot), guessed her age (around 6 years old), and gave her medicine (The VET gave it to her. And I didn't have to help. Last time two assistants couldn't get it down her throat, but this vet succeeded.... eventually). The only thing is that there was a required second dose that they gave us for free because they didn't expect us to be able to do it. They highly recommended we bring her in to get the medicine done when we failed. BUT I SUCCEEDED~~~~~!
Anyway.... My kitty should be worm free shortly, and I will replace her litter completely so she can 'start new'. I also am seriously thinking of getting her some canned cat food because she has taken to literally jumping and grabbing my hand if I ignore her for too long while I'm making something in the kitchen. She doesn't really use her claws, but it's still a little terrifying to feel them slide down your hand on the front AND the back. *sparkly eyes* She clasps my hand in both of hers begging for food!! It's amazing!!

Phew. Other updates that I feel pale in comparison to my adorable kitty:
I now have contacts and am getting used to putting them in and taking them out (TOUCHING EYEBALLS EYAAAAH).
Hubby and I made our Thanksgiving feast on a day when neither of us felt like eating....But the food was still good (when we eventually ate it).
Hubby got his first massage! ...by a man. Poor hubby. The guy was skilled but he treated the two of us very differently. *tilts head* It was interesting to compare notes.
Never get a sashimi salad if you can't handle spicy food. It wasn't what I expected, though it was delicious. And surprisingly, Hubby likes green tea ice cream.

I wouldn't mind seeing "The Collection"... I think my hate of scary movies is fading.

Hmmm.... I'm sure there's other things I want to say, but I can't think of them, so I'll stop here.


This song is hilarious, and catchy. Listen for "That magic in your pants is making me blush. Fo Sho." I always die laughing.

Updates in November

Hubby is rubbing my foot for me, since it's been hurting without any reason that I can remember. He's pretty good for a beginner. ^.^

I had lots of things I wanted to blog about, but I don't have much time, and my mind goes blank when I finally sit down to write a post. Sorry.... I guess I'll do some news.

Hubby and I got a crockpot and a blender! Yay! They're not bad. :3 Me likey. I made a chicken in it on Monday, when we made dinner for my student and her husband.

I taught her today, actually. We talked about being grateful to each other (she gives me treats as payment), and when I used the white board for the first time, she said "Wow, so you really are a teacher!" I was bemused because I've been teaching for years, but it was only validated once I used a board....

We went to a haunted house on Saturday, and though we got there around 7, we didn't get in the house until 8 30. I had to be home to get ready for work by 9:15, so we kind of panicked our way through a lot of the house. It wasn't nearly as fun when we were worried about getting out in time. The monsters wouldn't help us out, which put on this added pressure, and by the end of it, hubby was in such a hurry to get out that he didn't wait for me, and pushed me forward. Of course that means I fell over, and we were pretty unhappy with each other. He was all "Why'd you fall over?" and I was all "Why'd you push me?? I obviously stopped for a reason!" (Answer: I felt a ledge and was trying to see if it was safe to just step over)

We've gotten even more lovey-dovey than we used to be, and it's a little embarrassing, but I like knowing he's loving me. He calls me cute way too often, and at really weird times. Often he says I'm cute when I'm complaining about something.

Nowadays I never wanna go to work. I think my body even protests, cause I start feeling sick when I realize I have to go to work. I get hit on a LOT more than I would expect a security officer to. I sit in a car for ten hours, and get attitude from the clients if I contact them without a good reason, but they contact me for no good reasons sometimes. Of course once I'm there I usually feel alright, unless someone's smoked in the car or something. The cars really smell wrong to me a lot, which doesn't help my stomach. The work is easy, but tedious, and I don't know that I can do my best at it. I've drifted off a few times, and that makes me feel very ashamed and unprepared to do my work. Momma said I just need to get more sleep, but that's hard when they do yard work every day through out the day, when I'm trying to sleep. My body also automatically wakes up after six hours, and I need more than that to make it through the night.

I made a chocolate swirl cheesecake for our couple-get-together on Monday. It was pretty good, but the irony amused me. The lactose-intolerant one made a dairy dessert. We both liked it, and actually finished it off last night (It's only Wednesday now).

That reminds me. Often while I'm at work, I find myself thinking about fate, karma, god, and irony. I'm not sure I believe in fate. I may believe in karma (if only to keep thoughts of revenge in check), and while I don't at all believe in god, I absolutely believe in irony. I know, you're probably thinking that irony isn't on par with the other terms and ideas, but really, I think it is. It's like Murphy's Law, except you can predict it. Well, you can predict it so long as you only think your predictions. Anything you SAY will be subject to the laws of irony. For example: "I'm not going to make a mistake with this cake! I've made it tons of times." Of course, that will be the time you make some phenomenal error, like forgetting to put in the eggs. (Actually, I've done that.) But if you say "I'm not sure how well I'm gonna do. I've only made this a few times...." it should turn out quite delicious. I say again: irony. Examine your lives, see the truth! Irony rules us! *cough cough* Anyway....

I've gotten to liking this song quite a bit. I hope you like classical music.


It makes me think I should practice my flute some time, but I don't want to bother the neighbors. I also don't want to go out of my way to practice, because it's just bothersome. Sad isn't it, for someone who was once First Chair in their band? Ah well, that's life.

I need to start getting ready for work now. Maybe I'll remember what I want to blog about some time when I have the time to spare. I never seem to get around to it on my 'days' off. :P Til then,

~Runa