I love the winter weather

I really do.

But this is ridiculous!

It started snowing tonight at probably around 6-7 PM. By 2:00 AM we must have close to a foot of snow out there. And it’s not done yet. We’re sure to get a good half of a foot more tomorrow, at the very least.

Why can’t this happen during the week!?!? DAMMITALL!

It’s really pretty out there. I am definitely going to drag the camera out and snap some snowy scenes (don’t you just love unintentional alliteration?) and post them here. I promise! It’s been a while since I’ve posted any pics here lately anyway.

Thank goodness I went grocery shopping the other day. And thank goodness I also made 8 quarts of turkey noodle soup this week.

That’s right folks.. 8 quarts of soup. Of course about 4 quarts of that soup has already been consumed, but there’s plenty of leftovers to enjoy while the snow piles up to my third-floor windows.

And yes, that soup was homemade. As in I took the leftover turkey from Thanksgiving that my mom had frozen and made my own stock. And I added a couple turkey legs as well. Added my own spices. Chopped my own veggies.

And yes, it’s pretty friggin’ good. 🙂

Don’t you wish you had some right now?

I keep telling people, I would make an amazing husband. 🙂

It's about time!!!

After thirty years… Illinois has finally added “Sexual Orientation” to its anti-discrimination laws.

Today, Governor Rod Blagojevich ended thirty years with the stroke of his pen. He signed the bill that added “Sexual Orientation” to the state of Illinois’ discrimination law– a law that already protected people for their race and religious beliefs, among other things.

It’s hard to fathom that when they started fighting this cause, I was a mere 3-4 years old. Thirty years. How many people have died fighting for this cause? How many people have put in hours and hours of tireless work and effort to make this happen?

The number is probably not that staggering, but think back to thirty years ago. When the most basic of rights were being denied to those of us who, today, enjoy every opportunity that our straight neighbors, co-workers, and even family members enjoy. The right to a job. The right to a home. The right to be served food. The right to buy something at a store. The right to walk down the street. The right to adopt a child. The right to express yourself and be yourself in public.

Things were much different thirty years ago. And not just in the rural areas, but even the urban areas, where these rights have been enjoyed for many years– certainly the seven years that I have lived here.

Those of us who are enjoying these rights today have those people to thank. Some have gone from this world already, but many remain. Take a moment to thank the politicians, the activists, the friends that you know, who have put their blood, sweat and tears into making this happen.

I am attending the Equality Illinois Gala event on February 5th. Equality Illinois has, for years, been fighting this fight for gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transgendereds throughout the state of Illinois for many years. The event is usually a sober experience, with lots of rousing speeches and supportive words from politicians who would vow to make sure that this bill is passed.

This year, however, I suspect that there will be an air of joviality. Celebration. Joy. Hope.

There certainly is a lot more work to be done, given the administration that our country is (still) dealing with. But folks, there is hope. We will perservere. We will win. With patience, we will win.

The Shaggy Rckt

You know how your hair reaches that point where it’s grown out so long that you just can’t do anything with it? No amount of product; no time spent fluffing, primping or prodding at it, can make it do what you want.

That’s where my hair is right now.

It doesn’t look bad or anything. It just isn’t cooperating.

“So get a haircut,” you say.

Well yes, I intend to. And that’s just the deal.

See, I’ve been cutting my own hair for, oh, the last 3 years.

I’ll give you a moment to catch your breath. Laughing will do that to people sometimes.

Seriously. I have been cutting my own hair.

Not long after my ex defected to California, I found myself in a endless stream of friends and loved ones making their way to CA– my hairdresser was the next one to follow.

After he moved, I tried a few new people but just couldn’t get comfortable with them. So I tried doing it myself. The results were– shall we say– awkward at best. I had an electric beard trimmer (from when I used to grow a goatee) and used that. It took FOR. EV. ER. So I splurged and bought myself a set of semi-professional clippers.

It took some getting used to them. They were heavier and had a long obnoxious cord that got in the way of everything. And doing the back took a LOT of practice. But eventually I got pretty good.

One day I dropped the clipper while using it and shattered my #5 guard. So I got used to cutting my hair on #6 instead.

I have to say, I think I fooled people pretty well. Nobody ever said “Who cut your hair” as if to say “Oh my GOD, what HAPPENED to you?” Or at least if they did, they disguised their voice well enough that I couldn’t pick up on it.

In any case, I’m done. It’s time to start going to someone again. I just don’t know where I’m going to go. I don’t believe in paying $50 for a haircut, especially when there really isn’t that much there to begin with. But I’ll do what I have to do, I guess.

I’ll show before & after pics when I get a moment. We’ll see how it goes.