Yellow Dog/Bleeding Heart

My last post was about all the stupid things that annoyed me last week, which is a negative karma to put out there. In an effort to balance that negativity I will now post about all the great things in my life last week. 1. Little Dog. My son is incredible. I am truly blessed with him. He is kind, funny, moral, compassionate, intelligent and not bad looking. I enjoy being a part of his life. His friends are all great kids whom I also enjoy being around. 2. Furry. I love this impish little boy! He lifts my mood whenever he's around. He fascinates me as he learns about this world. His smile brightens the room and his tiny hand in mine makes me feel as if I am the luckiest person in the world. 3. My new computer. It rocks! 4. My hero, Jen , whose husband I have adopted as a brother and whose children I have come to love. She inspires me and makes me want to be a better person. 5. Muller. ( Holla Muller!) I could not have a better best friend if I designed one myself. She loves me and...

I try really hard to say only what I mean. As an armchair (or at least academic) Linguist , I take language very seriously. Therefore I do not ever claim to " hate " something. In fact, I cannot think of anything worth expending the negative energy to hate. Even RB. I also do not say, "I cannot stand" or "I will not tolerate" because time and experience has taught me I can stand quite a bit of adversity and I have tolerated some things that surprised even me. I have, however, realised that I say " stupid " a lot when referring to something that has annoyed me. Not so much people, as while there are some ignorant people, I would rarely consider someone stupid . Okay, so I abuse the term stupid. It was a really long week last week, and I am pretty stressed these days due to overwhelming work at the firm and my current finals. (Thesis? What thesis?) When things are this busy I do not have the time to properly meditate, and after a while it really s...

I don't know why this story bugs me so much, as it doesn't affect my life in any way. But it does bug. HARD. The story goes this way: Tracy first felt she was trapped in the wrong gendered body during her twenties. She felt more comfortable being a male and wanted society to respect the way she felt inside. In order to facilitate this she began to wear men's clothing. She then had her breasts surgically removed and began taking testosterone in order to cultivate a more masculine appearance . She grew a beard. Then she married her female partner. How the hell could that happen?! I am a huge proponent of same-sex marriage, so it is not any kind of sexual morality issue for me. But it is a legal issue. Thomas may look like a man and live like a man, but she is is NOT A MAN. Hello, she's PREGNANT! Men do not get pregnant and in case you need a reminder as to why, it's because they don't have uteri ! Artificial insemination? No problem. Gay marriage? No problem. L...

...but I am American Idol's bitch. Yes, that's right, I am. And it is not because this season, rather than watching the show for its inherent snark value, I actually found myself caring about a particular contestant. Okay, not caring so much as lusting after. I quickly nipped that in the bud once I figured out that not only am I old enough to be his mother, but since he is old enough to be a father that makes me old enough to be his kids' grandmother . Ew. That didn't stop me from downloading several of his performances from iTunes however. Even when he covered Iz's What a Wonderful World, one of my top favourite songs of all time, leading Little Dog to exclaim disdainfully, "Gah! He's doing that song you want played at your funeral!" my enjoyment of his music did not wane. No, that is not why I am AI's Bitch. This is why: I downloaded that stupid Mariah Carey song that she sang on the show. Gaaaaah! I know! What is wrong with me?! I used to be ...

Little Dog recently told me about an exchange that took place during his second hour Science class. For some reason the teacher asked, with the obvious expectation of receiving no "yes" answers, if anyone in the class was Buddhist. Little Dog was the only person who raised his hand and with confidence stated that his mom was Buddhist. (Note that he didn't rock the boat by admitting that he, for the most part, is also.) His admission led to a discussion of how "weird" it is that his mom is Buddhist - especially since we are not Asian. Yeah. Racist in middle America High School much? Anyway the reason for bringing it up in the first place was to discuss a recent article in our local paper that was about a deformed (two-faced) baby whom the "Buddhists" believe to be a "God." To his credit Little Dog did assert that Buddhism is not a polytheistic religion, but he was outnumbered by those who, still shocked about my Buddhism, refused to hear any l...