Today is not the best of days for me.  I mean, it's not horrible, but it could definitely be better.  I woke up to find that my cell phone has been disconnected.  Not completely disconnected, just partially.  I can receive calls and texts, but can't make calls out or send texts out. I would honestly rather them just cut the whole damn thing off, it's doing nothing but teasing me.  "Hahahaha, you thought you could use your phone didn't you?  NOPE!"   So my best friend is probably wondering right about now why I haven't answered her 10 texts, some of which include "hello, are you alive?".  I have been working on a spreadsheet for a client on Odesk.com (great website for those of us that enjoy writing, blogging, editing or anything of that sort and some people pay really good, check it out.)  Anyway, my assignment got extended and things got added onto it, which is fine, but I don't get paid until it is completed.  I finished it last night and submitted it, but I really need this money to go into my paypal...like immediately.  My light bill is due today and I have already gotten one extension.  If I don't get this money today I will be sitting here in the dark, with no hot water, and no internet to start a new assignment and make more money.  Fan freakin tastic!  I got out of the bed, stubbed my toe on the table, tripped over my fiance's shoes, stepped on the cat, fell into the wall and then found out that my phone was off.  YAY!  On top of all of this, my ADSAP payment is due, the car payment is due, and I can't pay any of it, and as hard as I look for a regular job, I can't find one.  If you guys think the economy is bad everywhere else, move to SC.  I'm thinking about packing up shop and takin my ass to the beach.  If I go get a bartending job for a few weekends there I should have enough money to move down there after three weeks.  IDK if I want to do that though.  I don't see any point in staying in this shithole town though. 

As I said though, life is not that bad.  I did have a pretty darn good weekend.  There were things about it that irritated me, but it was nice over all.  Friday I had a nice peaceful day with my mom, which is very unusual.  We sat around watching the soaps, Oprah and rented a couple movies.  We actually got along all day, I think something may have been wrong with her.  Rick developed a cold and I had to baby him, but it's ok.  He makes a horrible patient though, he won't do anything I tell him to.  So, my Aunt called and wanted Rick to come work for my Uncle on Saturday morning.  He agreed to do it, even though he was sick.  We had plans with my friends Stacy and CJ and I had changed them to Friday night from Saturday since he wasn't supposed to work on Sat.  Usually we spend the night over there, but we ended up going anyway and coming home.  Even though I told Rick over and over that we didn't have to go he insisted and ended up sitting there miserable all night.  He thought vodka could make it go away, but the more he drank, the more miserable he became.  We polished off the bottle, and arranged our ride home.  We stayed up a bit longer and Rick told me that he wasn't going to work with my Uncle, but I should set the clock anyway and he would see how he felt.  We woke up and he decided that he couldn't go.  I told him to call and let my Uncle know, did he do it?  NO!  Now, a new job opportunity that would have been excellent work is screwed up and I'm really mad at him about it.  He should have at least called.  I mean, I had told my Aunt that he was sick and he may not be able to do it, so they knew, but he still should have called. 

So, he ended up being home all day Saturday and I had plans.  I can't say I didn't feel bad about leaving him alone, but I wasn't canceling my plans.  It's not very often I get to do something without him.  My best friend and my beautiful 2 year old god daughter Rileigh came over and we played outside for a while.  She is absolutely obsessed with kitty's and Jennifer called me while they were on the way.  She asked her "who are we going to see Rileigh?"  I heard her say "we go c Anda and kitty cat."  I LOVE HER!  She got here and looked all over the house for the cat.  She'd get down on the floor and look under things and say "kitty not here, where r u kitty?"  We had one hell of a time getting her to get in the car to go shopping, but we finally did, with the promise of nuggets.  So off on our adventure we went, stopping first at Starbucks to get frappucino's.  We hit up Big Lots, then Walmart, Roses, and a few other places.  Of course we couldn't find anything that we wanted to buy, we were just bored and wanted out of our houses.  We went to chick fil a and got Rileigh some nuggets, which she proceeded to dip in ketchup, lick ketchup off, dip again, repeat.  She did not eat any of the nuggets.  I finished my sandwich and got up to go to the bathroom.  Rileigh chased me down, and got confused when she got to the bathroom doors.  She couldn't figure out which door I had gone into.   When I finished using the restroom and got to the sink I heard her outside of the door "Aunt Anda, Anda, Anda, Anda, where r u?, we leavin, no stay here Anda, with us, with us."  She was convinced Jennifer was going to leave me there.  So Roses was after Chick Fil A.  By this time Rileigh was getting tired and bratty, and she was throwing things.  All day long she wanted the bracelets I was wearing.  They were the stretchy kind that are easy for a kid to break.  She's pretty good about just wearing them though, so I let her wear them of course after telling her not to stretch them or put them in her mouth or I would take them.  This worked for a while.  I turned around to see why she was so quiet and she of course had one in her mouth and was stretching the hell out of the other one.  I took them, and proceeded to let her throw her fit.  I was doing so good at not giving in and then I turned around and saw the crocodile tears.  I gave in, I couldn't stand it.  I gave them back and told her that if she did it again I would take them and put them in my purse.  This time she obeyed.  We got to Roses, which is one of the only places in town that has one of the horses outside that you can ride.  My little cowgirl was dying to ride that dirty, germ infested horse.  We did our shopping, and the whole time Rileigh was in the buggy saying "yee haw horsie".  We left and took turns outside with clorox wipes cleaning this horse so she could ride.  She was so tired, that I swear if that horse ride would have lasted any longer she would have fallen asleep.  The ride ended and for some reason she lost it.  She was convinced that she broke the horse.  She was screaming and crying saying "I sorry horsie, I sorry, I broke him momma, I broke him, I sorry horsie I sorry."  We told her that the horsie was tired, had used all of his energy and needed to sleep.  Didn't work of course.  She continued to tell the horsie she was sorry until we got to the red light and she fell asleep.  Later Jennifer called me and said that she kept waking up telling the horsie she was sorry. 

So while things could be better, at least I can always pick up that beautiful little girl and feel better.  I know without a doubt that if I am down, she can always make me smile.  Her love is unconditional and I treasure it for sure.  I'm so glad that I have her and her mommy in my life.  They are two awesome and beautiful girls! 

Homo, fag, queer, queen, fairy, I could go on all day.  In the end, all I would be doing is hating and showing how unintelligent I am.  On a daily basis I hear from my mother, and multiple other people how homosexuality is wrong in the eyes of The Lord.  SO WHAT?  How do you even know God exists?  Bear with me here people, I'm not saying that God doesn't exist, but really, how is it that YOUR point of view is the ONLY point of view?  I consistently here "that's disgusting" or "why do they have to show that on television?"  Well here's my answer...BECAUSE WE HAVE A FREE COUNTRY AND EVERYBODY SHOULD BE EQUALLY REPRESENTED, WHETHER ON TV OR ANYWHERE ELSE!!!!

This sound familiar?

We hold these truths to be self evident, that ALL men are created EQUAL, with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. 

Now, when somebody says to me ALL men are created equal the thought that comes to my mind is "Really?" If this is the case, and this is what our country was founded on why is it that people that have non-Christian beliefs, those that are homosexual, and those that are of a different descent are persecuted? 

When I was at ECU in 2001 most of my friends were homosexual.  I was a member of GLADD and I wasn't a homosexual.  Nothing used to irritate me more than to go in public with some of my friends just to have things thrown at us and here "Dirty Lezbo's" yelled at us.  Immediately, by association, I was gay.  Fine, I don't care if that is how you want to stereotype me.  It doesn't mean that I am going to end my friendship with any of these people.  On one particular occasion while I was living in the dorms I had my friend Alison over hanging out with me.  Alison was the type that would be termed "butch dyke".  She dressed like a boy, wore tight sports bras to hide her breasts, had a short haircut and generally looked like a guy. I never one time looked at her and asked the question "Is that a girl or a guy?"  I knew from the moment that I laid eyes on Alison that she indeed was a she.  My RA called me into her room the next day and said that she had to have a discussion with me.  She proceeded to tell me that men were not allowed in the female restrooms.  I told her that this was a rule I was very familiar with and I even make my dad go downstairs when he visits.  She asked me why I took a man in our restroom.  I was completely confused and utterly dumbfounded.  I denied having ever done so and I kept thinking "Why would somebody lie on me like that?" I finally figured out that the "man" she was referencing was my friend Alison.  I took her to my room and showed her pictures and let her know how ignorant people could be. 

I can't stand homophobes.  THEY AREN'T TOUCHING YOU, THEY AREN'T HITTING ON YOU AND AS A MATTER OF FACT, THEY KNOW YOU AREN'T GAY!!  I have NEVER seen one of my gay friends hit on somebody only to find out that they weren't gay.  Gay people have a sense as to who is gay and who is not, and believe it or not, most of them respect the fact that straight people don't want them hitting on them. 

There are so many people that have been injured, killed or just damaged by the hate that goes on in today's society.  How is it fair for us to damage somebody's self worth just because we think homosexuality is wrong?  I think that organized religion is wrong, but I'm not going to make you feel like crap because that is your belief.  I know it's not entirely the same thing, but hey, I'm just using it as a comparison.  As I watched Brothers and Sisters last night I heard my mother state that they shouldn't show Kevin and Scotty kissing and hugging on TV and that she thought it was gross.  I responded with "Well I think that Scotty and Kevin make a fabulous couple, I don't care if they are gay or not, they are happy, and that is all that matters to me."  Yeah, I know these are fictional characters, but I feel this way about everybody.  Isn't happiness what really matters in this life?  Who are we to judge somebody's happiness?  It is God's job to judge, if that's what you believe.  So here ya go hypochristians...Hate, judge and keep telling people that they are wrong in the eyes of The Lord for being gay.  Do you think that if you keep judging God is going to reward you when you get to the pearly gates?  I don't.  Just my thoughts.  =)