My father and half-brother are coming to visit me for the first time. Pretty much ever. Of course I wound up painting the storage unit, powerwashing both halves of the duplex and touching up all the trim in the bathroom. Worked until nine.
I’m finally reading the book that was written about me. Well, me and Creepy Tranny Cat (I am so keeping that nickname since it got such a great response. CTC. Has a ring to it.) I’m not quite bold enough to post a link or name names, so forgive the lack of specificity. Short version: back during The Crazy, CTC and I completely ruined a planned convention (and a couple other events). I was young and inexperienced, he was that plus a pathological liar who just assumed things would work out. Also: crazy. Crazy didn’t help.
Last night I spent time with Mook, my best friend from college and maid of honor at my first wedding. I am always particularly grateful to hang out with her, because she was my BFF before The Crazy and she actually forgave me. That’s pretty damn rare. She’s part of the reason I got the courage to start blogging again; she’s seen the very, very worst of me and still loves me. If that can happen, I can go ahead and face my internet demons.
I have been watching Sesame Street since the late seventies. Not every day, of course, but fairly regularly most of my life. Edward has been watching it since birth, because I was too excited not to share it. He started noticing Elmo when he was only a few months old.
Yesterday I posted a link to this essay by James Croft on my Facebook.It was discussing the violent threats and hate-filled rants that have showed up on Fox News. In a nutshell, American Atheists, Inc. opposes the inclusion of the “9/11 cross” in the official, government-funded memorial. Fox news reported on this and the response was vicious.
Friends came over for dinner the other night, which was awesome. There was impassioned Atheist rhetoric (alcohol may have been involved), chasing of toddlers, pizza that was cold long before we got around to it, water-powered rockets in the dark. Good times. Miss Ella, after much posing and “Um…”-ing, tried on my last Princess Fiona dress.
Has it really been since fucking January? Damn. This is the same as every other damn journal I’ve ever kept. I write for a few weeks and then wander right the fuck off. I wonder if that has anything to do with ADHD? I was finally diagnosed by an actual headshrinker. Funny, given the amount of therapy I’ve had over my adult life, that no one nailed that one.