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Hatchlings

School

Well, school has been going well. Got all A's in the first quarter of Massage Therapy school and tomorrow starts the second quarter. I'm looking forward to it. Two weeks out of school has been wearing. But vacation is all behind me now. Yay! Okay, so I'm a little weird.

This quarter, Advanced Massage, Anatomy II, Professional Development II and Acupressure. The later should be fun. And it'll be interesting to see who the new teacher is. Sadness that we won't have Michelle has a TA in Advanced Massage. She's great. And we won't have Melinda again in ProDev either which is more sadness.

In other news, Karen is looking to be switching trucking companies, Martin has really started to be a company that is a bad place to be. There's another company that she's checking out, so hopefully it pans out. It's a little bit less to start per mile, but she'll be home more often and have more miles altogether.

So, money will be a little tight at first, but we're used to that, but dang it. I want some Oreo's. Course, they're not good for me, so well, guess it's for the best anyways.

Headcolds suck rocks.

There is nothing more annoying, outside of a toddlers screaming and the like, than a head cold. You feel terrible, like your head is going to explode, but there is really nothing bad going on to warrant really calling yourself sick. Especially the ones that stay in your head and don't travel down into your nose. No dripping, no coughing and hacking, just plain being miserable.

Nobody cares, after all you don't look sick, so therefore they get annoyed when you want the volume down because you have a headache. At most you'll get an 'Oops, sorry.' Not that they're really sorry, they're just hoping to not get screamed at then any real sympathy.

On Homosexuality

As many of you know, I'm a lesbian or at the very best I've leanings towards bisexuality. However, I'm in a relationship and well, I've more fun with her than I have had with a guy.

As always, I find it amusing when stereotypes become fact fiction becomes a way of belief. Take any topic that is potentially flammable, like homosexuality and you'll be bombarded with an plethora of 'facts'. Take for instance this small list.

Myth: Homosexuals are constantly trying to convert heterosexuals.

I've tended to tended to find that it's the complete opposite. Take lesbians for instance, I'm sure that most have had at least one straight guy tell them that they can turn a lesbian straight or at least make them bi. On the other end, I'm sure there are plenty of gay guys that have had women tell them the same thing.

Myth: You can tell a homosexual by they way they look or act.

Sure, there are a number of guys who act feminine and they are in fact gay. Course there are a number who are straight, but then they get labeled as metrosexuals. Any girl that acts butch must be a lesbian. I think many guys just doesn't like the idea of a girl who can be more of a man than he is.

Myth: Homosexuals are undersexed/oversexed.

Well, sure some of them are, same with heterosexuals.

Course there are myths that just really piss me off.

Myth: Homosexuals are more likely to molest children.

Someone needs to take a step back and take another look at statistics. 97% of pedophiles are heterosexual. But even so, your sexuality doesn't determine just how much of a scumbag you really are. No one factor determines it really.

Course, if you want a stereotype than all heterosexual men are only interested in how far into your pants they can get. And if they can't, well they'll drop you like yesterdays bad lunch.

Which of course, this isn't true, there are a number of straight guys out there who are decent and really don't care about trying to get you into the sack, but the few that do make the rest look bad.

On Life

It's funny how things work out. Sometimes it seems as if things are always going good, or always going bad. We don't offten stop to think just how often things hit upon the middle ground. So many days pass on into obscurity since there was nothing memorable about them to remember. Even the really good days can disappear after awhile until all we are left with is the bad days to focus on and this it all we see.

It seems like one thing after another is just falling to pieces around us and we feel helpless to stop it, never knowing that we are perpetuating our own demise. We only see the bad and forget about the good. We see the car breaking down, not the 90% grade our child brought home. We see the drier going out and not the garden in bloom.

Despite all the things that go wrong, there are many things that go right and we will see them if we just take the time to step back with our cup of coffee and take a deep breath and inhale. After all, despite it all, we're still alive.