Heterosexuals Use Homosexual Agenda to Look Cool

My goal with this title was to write an Onion-style post about Utah's recent lift on their constitutional ban on same-sex marriage and how heterosexuals state-wide got a piece of the equality pie. I was going to quote myself as an internet-ordained minister spewing some rainbow language about how I was honored to help the homos get married on Monday the 23rd before the expected emergency stay on the decision which would have prevented marriages until the Supreme Court heard the case. I was going to say that I had to elbow out other ministers in order to marry folks in front of the cameras of Fox news and CNN.

But I am not that witty. I am more of the sappy type.

I did get ordained on the internet after I heard there might be ministers needed onsite to quickly marry couples before the stay.

I did post all over Facebook spewing rainbow-worded equality love.

And then I felt so guilty about the responses I was getting because, well, this isn't about me at all.

But then I thought, it kind of is. It is kind of about all of us.

Homosexual rights is the major civil rights movement of today (not that the civil rights movement of the 50's and 60's is over, because it isn't). And civil rights issues effect everyone. I am a heterosexual white middle class female. So aside front the female part, I am a pretty privileged individual. But anyone with a family member or a friend who is denied basic human rights because of the way they look or who they love feels the pain of inequality. I have both of those things. And seeing people that I love, admire, respect and look up to treated differently than myself by the country we both live in is downright enraging.

So, on Monday Jim and I took our little fetus and joined the masses at the Salt Lake County Clerk's Office to first, witness and be a part of history and second, marry some folks if we were needed to do so. We were among many actual ministers (from actual churches) who took part in the day's affairs. We were not needed in any way, but we caught the major love-bug as we watched couples get married. Some couples had been together over 20 years, some had children, and some were newly engaged and giddy. We saw children crying with joy to see their moms or dads finally recognized as family in the state they call home.

I did have the incredible honor of marrying two men whom I knew through a friend and will now know forever. It was amazing to marry a couple that was so obviously in love, gay or straight. It made me think about how our friend Rick must have felt when he married us. With Jim's arm around me I pronounced them husband and husband and it made me the happiest I'd been since my own wedding day. To watch two previously denied people pledge their love to one another, hurting no one and no institution felt fucking amazing.

Proving that homosexual rights is one of the most polite, non-violent social fights in history, Monday night's rally was tranquil and humbling. While we recognized that the fight isn't over, we collectively and peacefully told those who think homosexuality is wrong (or otherwise less-than heterosexuality) that the people don't agree with them. That the country is moving in a different direction. And that if they want to progress with the rest of the nation, they better start readjusting their moral compass.

The Third Place

In college I read this book for a community building course. The Third Place is not your home, or your work but a place where you spend the third most of your time (behind work as the first and home as the second). Maybe it is a bar or a restaurant or a park or a coffee shop. These places are celebrated community gems "where everybody knows your name" and where you feel all warm and fuzzy and downright comfortable going.

For me and Jim, that place is the Jitterbug, a coffee shop just around the corner from our house run by a laid back Bruce who can play a mean guitar and has a heart of gold. When Jim and I first bought our home in  Sugarhouse we asked around about a cool coffee shop and unanimously we were told about the Bug. We were told that a few months earlier, Bruce had suffered a stroke and the entire neighborhood and beyond banded together and ran his shop, regular business hours until he was able to come back full time. For free. We knew we had struck Third Place gold.

While the main attraction for me is Bruce and his iced coffee that gets me so high it should be illegal, it would not be a solid Third Place if it weren't for it's other regular patrons. From my next door neighbor to across the valley, the Jitterbug has some loyal followers. On weekday mornings I know I will run into Art and he and Jim will talk about golf, or Francis who up until recently, would be most often found dozing off on one of Bruce's comfy chairs after his night shift as a baker. On the weekends my neighbor Mark brings his adorable girls and we just make the biggest deal out of "running into" them even though it is more likely we see them there than we don't.

Recently the Jitterbug Tribe has run into some sad luck. Art was diagnosed with lung cancer and is most likely at home for now. Jitterbug regulars have been at his house taking care of him and his wife since the day he got back from the hospital. Rebecca takes him to his appointments and Francis sits with his wife while they are gone. I haven't yet visited Art but I know I have a tough act to follow.

Last Sunday one of the veteran Jitterbug regulars passed away unexpectedly. Warren, "the dog man" was a quirky guy who wrote poetry and drew interesting (creepy?) characters. He sometimes would speak in an accent and would ALWAYS make you laugh. He never went anywhere without "the boys", his dogs Skinny and Twerp. Tonight was his wake at his other Third Place, his nighttime Third Place, a bar called The Spot. I walked in and saw everyone I had ever seen at the Jitterbug. From everyday folks like Francis and Mark to those I had only seen once before. Mo and Jesse were there who I never get to see because they are afternooners while I am a first-thing-in-the-morning customer. Hell, even the famous Colorado Melissa who moved away before Jim and I started going to the Jitterbug flew in from Washington to be there for Warren and Bruce and the Tribe.

To see a group of people who started out having nothing in common other than their favorite coffee shop band together during a time of need is a very special, moving thing.

This is what makes a place a Third Place.

Pregnancy is Liberating

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If You Don't Know, Now you Know!

While my world didn’t know I was with child, I was busy compiling a list of how much it sucks. Here are the things that no one tells you about pregnancy (first trimester addition):

1. You don’t have a “glow” at first. Your shit breaks out.

2. You’re not “showing” this early. You just have lost the ability to suck in your gut.

3. Your favorite perfume will smell like a garbage disposal.

4. Your gums are hella sensitive! I went to the dentist and thought my jaw was going to crumble out of my mouth the rest of the day.

5. This part goes SOOOOO slow!

6. You don’t feel ANYTHING besides a hangover. Yeah, your boobs swell, and your bloated, and constipated but, you have no other inclination that there is a tiny embryo, and then a fetus in your womb. None.

7. You will have a very serious concern that you are an alcoholic or other substance abuser because you feel very awkward at social functions sober (until the hangover feeling kicks in and then you will dry heave if you even think about hooch).

8. You will “crave” greasy food that isn’t good for you. You’ll go out and buy it. You will eat half of it. Then it becomes the grossest thing on the planet and you’ll throw it away.

9. When your hangover suddenly dissipates for a day (or an hour) you will freak the f*ck out that it didn’t stick.

 

10. When it all goes away and you realize this shitty phase was only a few weeks long...you realize your one lucky pregnant lady!

Swooning Over Love and Summer Rain

I love weddings. Moreover, I love being a part of weddings. Everyone is there to celebrate someone else's love and often ends up reflecting on their own love for others.

I recently got back from one of the most emotional weddings I've ever been a part of. I'm sure the beautiful scenery, the romantic summer rain and the whiskey had something to do with it; but mostly, it had to do with the immense love felt toward and between the bride and groom.

It also had to do with the fact that I have had a very, very emotional year. Losing two parents can really take it out of you. So, standing there, next to two people who have become some of my closest friends in record time; one who has also recently lost a parent, well, it made my heart fill with so much emotion that I cried like a baby well through dinner. So much emotion that I actually felt like blogging again.

My husband had the honor of marrying this fantastic couple and in my opinion, did a bang up job. Jim paid homage to Bob's deceased parents by quoting words they used in love letters to one another years before Bob was even born. I cried so hard that my contact fell out.

The wedding was a beautiful "destination" for not only those who had to travel across the country, but also those of us who only drove 45 miles up from the valley. Adorable accommodations, a breathtaking golf course view, and some intense, warm summer rain.

It poured as we ate burgers and mac 'n cheese at the rehearsal dinner, surrounded by open sliding glass. It poured as we danced the night away and smoked cigars underneath the saturated wedding tent. The thunder and lightening was unusual and intense and the cool water gave everyone a nice break from the triple digit temperatures. It was intoxicating.  

Thank you, Bob and Steph for sharing your special day with us. And thank you for providing me with an emotional outlet I've been needing for a long time now.

As a final, light note:

I measure the success of weddings via the below, and in my opinion, this wedding had high marks all around!

1. Tears. Who cried? Did the bride? Groom? EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE AUDIENCE?
2. Friendship. Who is friends with who on FaceBook the morning after the wedding?
3. Hooch consumption. This particular wedding broke a record I am pretty sure.
4. Guests' photos. Much like my own wedding, there are little to no photos from the reception taken by any guest. They were too busy taking it in and experiencing it with their own, naked eyes:)

Tying their Figure 8 Knot

Bachelorettes!

My Dogs are Mentally Handicapped

My Dogs are Retarded Mentally Handicapped

Our adorable rescue pup, Sadie, is a bit of a spaz. She truly is adorable. So adorable that every time I think I might let her wander out in traffic because she can’t seem to stop defecating in my basement I look at her adorable, pink rimmed eyes and my heart literally melts.

We’ve had her since May and although we keep saying she’s getting “better” she still is an uber wiggly, un-housebroken slobbery mess.

A few weeks ago, as I was feeling sorry for myself for getting stuck with such a special dog, Jim forwarded me this.

First thought: OMG! Someone else thinks their dog might be a little re re and Googled about it!

Second thought: Shit. There’s no way Sadie is passing these tests.

Third thought: Wait, will Lula pass these tests?

For your viewing pleasure, the tests (forgive the nausea inducing filming, its hard to do this type of abuse test by yourself):

First up: the "how long does it take your dog to realize she has a blanket on her" test.

Next: the "how long does it take your dog to realize there is a treat underneath a cup" test.

Here's Lula's chance:

So, as it turns out, Sadie is definitely mentally challenged. And Lula…well the jury is still out on her. She is also a little stubborn shit so I am thinking she may have known what was going on and wanted me to feel like I had two challenged dogs because she’s mad at me because I didn’t take her to the dog park that day. Or, she’s just as challenged as Sadie.

For more great dog reading, this is a goodie.