Presbyfruit

Take Me Home, Country Roads

I'm off to WV today to visit my mother and grandmother.  It's bite-ass cold outside---8 degrees-- and more conducive to staying indoors, but I'm looking forward to seeing my peeps.  

I've been sick--again!--the last few days and was fortunate enough to have a pretty lady around the house bring me crackers and ginger ale while I lay on the couch.

So, for the six hours it'll take me to drive to Charleston and for the rest of the weekend, I'll be without my pretty lady and our fuzzy terriers.  Very sad.

Retroactive editing

I never go back and read my blog posts.  I've only ever deleted one post that consisted of one of my crazy mom's emails to me.  I didn't want it to get either of us in trouble with some people mentioned in said email.

However, calling the guy in the previous post an "asshole" has really been bothering me. 

So I changed it to "a-hole."  

Don't mind me.  I'm sick again and under the influence of Nyquil, which is NOT helping, damn it.  

This guy sounds like a real a-hole

I suppose one shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but I mean REALLY.  What a slimy piss-ant.

Randomness in 09

Kari and I had three parties to attend on New Year's Eve, which was a record for us. We had a great time and still made it home by 11 p.m.  And not only were we both sober, as per usual, but also I never needed the Pepcid I carried in my pocket just in case the vast array of food turned on me.  

Yesterday, our friends Judy and Sheila and their two little ones came up for a visit. The kids are wonderful and we had a really fun time at a local museum with a kids' section.  For some reason, in the science part, there was a faux set of testicles and a fake boob, both of which allegedly contained lumps.  There were instructions on how to locate the lumps.  This must be a real popular exhibit with middle-schoolers. And me.  I made Judy come and take my picture giving the balls a once-over.  I couldn't feel any lumps, but what do I know?

Their 3 year-old son later beat me in Go Fish.  He can also play a mean Mexican train dominoes. 

So far, it's been a pretty good year.  And I hope it stays that way.  

Please, please watch this video

Here it is.  It's very funny;  two miserable wretches singing "Go Tell It On the Mountain."  Badly, and completely without emotion.

Merry Freakin' Christmas: I'm sick

I have no one to blame but myself.  First, I told a friend on Saturday night that I never get sick. Nosiree.  Not me. Well, that was a mistake. Second, I was in the nursery on Sunday morning, and while every child seemed to be healthy, we all know those little buggers carry around lethal bubonic-quality germs. 

I was supposed to have driven home today to be with my family of origin, but I was feverish most of the day and lay on the couch sleeping on and off.  Kari knows I'm sick when I'm not glued to the internet.  She was sweet and perfectly solicitous, braving an icy rain to get me ginger ale and Zesta crackers. 

Here I am looking ghastly, with both babies sticking close by me. 

 

Christmas blessings and travelling mercies to those of you braving the weather and/or our transportation system(s). 

Angrygay: two things

1. Rick Warren removed the anti-gay language from his website yesterday.   Hmmmm...

2.  The Pope said that saving humanity from homosexuality and transexuality is as important as saving the rainforest from destruction.  Grrr...

Gays cannot belong to Rick Warren's church

This is from Saddleback's website.  Would a pastor whose church barred any other minority group from church membership be invited to deliver the invocation at a government-sponsored event?  Don't think so. Nor would those usually on the Left say "Get over it. It's no big deal. Try to see the other side of the issue."  Is there another side--a justification--of discrimination?

I've heard it asked, "Isn't being homosexual something that a person is physically born with?" First of all, there are absolutely no facts to support this claim. From time to time studies have been reported in the news that seemed to indicate this, but every one of these studies has proven to be wrong. Secondly, even if some physical difference were discovered, it would be no excuse for sin. We know that some people can develop a stronger physical addiction to alcohol than others, but that's obviously no excuse for living an alcoholic lifestyle.

Finally, a word about being judgmental. It's not judgmental to say that what the Bible calls a sin is a sin, that's just telling the truth. Not being willing to talk to someone caught up in sin, or not believing that they can be forgiven, or thinking that you are not just as much in need of Jesus as they are ... that's being judgmental.

Because membership in a church is an outgrowth of accepting the Lordship and leadership of Jesus in one’s life, someone unwilling to repent of their homosexual lifestyle would not be accepted at a member at Saddleback Church. That does not mean they cannot attend church – we hope they do! God’s Word has the power to change our lives.

NNMNG: Daily Digest 19 December

In the past 24 hours, I haveheard and/or seen the following:

• Rick Warren comparing my loving relationship of ten years to pedophilia and incest.
• Paul Weyrich, who died yesterday, in a 1995 Fresh Air interview referring to government's mandate to support "traditional family," consisting of a father, mother and children. 
• Pastor Jim Nicholls,  the host of a radio show, "The Voice of Freedom," call homosexuality "a stench in Almighty God's nostril."

Since coming out (20 years ago!), I've been very tolerant and understanding when it comes to homophobes and their justifications for hating me.  After all, I was born into a fundamentalist, evangelical milieu.  My grandfather is a Holy Roller preacher. My mother's family are all Biblical literalists, except for the ones who tuned in and dropped out and should be in 12-step programs (but that's a different rant).

I've understood where the homophobes are coming from, theologically.  I've also been compassionate toward the pain of closeted gays, posing as homophobes.  Before I came out, I was a closet case who hated myself, and everyone around me, and most of all, that horrible, crushing, ubiquitous, indestructable attraction to the same sex.

Be forewarned:  I'm still in a ranty mood and it's no more Ms. Nice Gay. 

Savage on Obama's choice

His suggestions for inauguration speaking slots.