I'm probably going to take a lashing for this...but...

Every spring we get inundated with signs and commercials and ads telling us to LOOK OUT FOR MOTORCYCLISTS.  'Tis the season, right?

like this one, recently posted by a FB friend

I'm not going to lie - this crap bugs the hell out of me.  Not because I don't care.  I do.  I really, really do.  I love some people who ride.

BUT...

1) I absolutely HATE that Ohio laws do not require a helmet.  HATE IT.  Granted, if a crash is bad enough, a helmet probably isn't going to make a lick of difference, but come on people.  Really?

2) 9 times out of 10, when I see a biker on the highway, HE - or in all fairness, SHE - is the one driving erratically.  Speeding like hell, cutting people off, swerving in and out of lanes...

It just pisses me off.  MY EYES ARE FUCKING OPEN, but you have to do your part too, dammit.

You tell us to share the road, but you need to do the same. Respect yourself enough to be responsible and quit putting it on everyone else.  I knew of 2 motorcyclists (friends of a friend) who were seriously injured in accidents - it's awful. But both of these men know and admit their own wrongdoing.

++end rant++

You can call it whatever you want to call it.

Tolerant isn't the correct word. (In fact, I find it a tad offensive)

Tolerant implies that I feel that the act is wrong, but I choose to accept it.

The truth is that I don't see a thing wrong with who you love.  I want you to love whoever makes your heart explode with happiness, and peace, and comfort, and joy, and admiration.

And if you love that person with all your heart, I want you to be able to legally make that commitment. And I want the world to respect you regardless of who you make that commitment to.

This isn't a political statement. It isn't a religious viewpoint. It's just the way I feel.

The End.

The shit that comes out of the woodwork

So, I started posting a little (ehem) bit on here again.  Big deal.  For over a year there was nothing new and I didn't hear a peep about my blog.

Since my "first" post a couple weeks ago, I have gotten no less than 25 spam comments - on new posts and on ridiculously old posts.  People are annoying.

Whatever.

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Something pretty great happened to me today (okay, yesterday as this will not post until tomorrow). I was asked to be a Godmother to a handsomely special little man.  I feel honored.  He's got the best smile and the most awesome demeanor of any baby boy I've ever met.  What a good feeling...

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Joss is going to be 3 in less than 4 weeks. I know I've said it every year. I know every mom in the world says it every year. (I know MY mom is thinking, my daughter is going to be 35 in 6 weeks. ARGH!) But, WHAT THE aych - eee - double hockey sticks?!?!

Horrible, awful quality picture here. But it's what we got
this week.  Happy Birthday to US! Soon.

She wants a Rapunzel cake. So be it.  Also, the only things she has told us she wants is a "little" ipad and a dinosaur.  Alrighty.  Actually, she might get the ipad mini.  Just because I refuse to buy her anything else made of plastic because my house is a holy disaster of toys.  And, I know she'll use it.  I know she'll love it. And I know she'll have it for a long time. And I know she is learning by using mine. Also, that means I'd get mine back and there would be less sticky fingerprints! Hooray!

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Speaking of 35...WHAT THE aych - eee - double hockey sticks is this all about.  I have to start checking a different box on all these info sheets. I'm SO FLIPPING CLOSE TO 40 I might barf.  I'm old dude.  Kids look at me and see old.  My husband, who teaches high school kids...those kids look at me and I'm MRS. D - but like really, really a MRS. I'm twice their age or more. I'm freaked out.

What I want for my 35 birthday is internal. I want to reach out to people more. I think I'm a very compassionate person already, but I don't think that I always think of people. I don't think I ask people about themselves and their lives as much as I should. I want people to know that I care.  I want people to get emails from me that make them smile - out of the blue - like I did last week from a friend.  (Thank you, friend)

I also want a flash for my camera. And maybe an at-home gel nail thingamajig.

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TURNIP!  (please disregard if you've never seen Octonauts)

In 53 days....oh I can't even say it.

today + 53 days = 35

Whoa...

more to come.