"Everything I See Looks Like A Tootsie Roll To Me"

Alright, I normally don’t post 2 good sized blogs in one day; however, this is out of control!
Has anyone else notice that Obama just got Fucking elected and they are already questioning whether or not he is going to be able to do the damned job and live up to his end of the deal?

WTF?



I mean really people, “How Many Licks Does It Take To Get To The Center Of A Tootsie Pop?” He is not even in office yet! And I quote from an anchor on MSNBC “is Obama really ready for the challenges ahead? We know he already has a chief of staff lined up, but does that seem like a quick decision to anyone else? We used to call him Bambi, is he really ready for this?”

Seriously people, doesn’t it say something good if he already knows what he wants, if he has a game plan, his is only the PRESIDENT ELECT for goodness sake. The man has not slept in three days, and neither have you, I am sure that suit you still have on must stink by now of fast food and old farts from too many jelly donut and Starbucks runs, unless you have the “runs” already. Go home, take a shower, and sleep it off. Unless of course you voted for McCain, in that case, keep trying to make yourself feel better by spewing crap from your mouth when you suck down your next Seattle Diuretic.



Leave My President Elect Alone.

Angie

PREAMBLE

“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more Perfect Union, establish Justice, insure Domestic Tranquility, provide for the Common Defence, promote the General Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish: THAT WE HAVE ELECTED BARACK OBAMA FOR PRESIDENT!!!”

Well folks, the votes are tallied, the ballots are counted, MS NBC, CNN, FOX NEWS, and of Course Erika’s Comedy Central have been watched and drooled over. My own salivation not with held, my own joy not held back, yes, even I, a Strict Bush TWO Term supporter, was shouting for joy. The foolish grin of “Hope and Justice for ALL!” plastered across my face as “The Maverick” was losing his foot holds in the east. Even my beloved Wisconsin turned blue, Tommy Thompson must have been green at the gills! All my love to him, you did us good ‘ole chap, but, hell even I can have hope, and hope I did as I cast my vote proudly.
Now I know, I know, Kentucky was Red you will say. But need I remind you, it was by the smallest margin? I mean really, we rocked it, we showed up in droves, we took a stand, we believe.

I BELIEVE!

Now, in this time of joyous celebration, I will not be casting stones, hats of Mr. McCain, gracious bow out to our beloved President Elect, well spoken, and very gentlemen like, when your party was not last night, the footage was appalling. I wonder what would have happened if they had won? A riot?? Any way, thank you for being a good sport sir, you are truly a leader in your own capacity. You have been true to yourself and done your party and state proud.

I want to impress a point here, I am not one to impress my views on people, but hell this is my blog I can say whatever I damn well please. The House and Senate look like they will be majority Democrat as well. Okay, hopping on my soap box here…

Will all The Lesbian and Gay Folks PLEASE STAND UP???

Hello people…for those of you who did not see the vice presidential debates, from Mr. Biden’s mouth to our ears, the next presidency will not oppose same sex couples having equal rights.

Health care. Insurance. Housing. Hospital visitation. Child care. Financial. Social. Need I go on? We are looking at the very real possibility of never having to wage the war again of having to look at a form and wondering where do I put my partner, will this doctor or hospital support my partner being with me, what happens to him or her if something happens to me? No one will have to write the family pet in their will any more (yes right now you all know who you are Erika and I have had to do it too) to make sure that if the unthinkable happens our family stays together.

The Time To Stand Is Now. We have the people in place who are willing to back us, support us, fight for us, be with us, whether you are in Louisville, Maine, New York, California, Chicago, Florida, Pass the message on, It is time to take a stand, THE TIME IS NOW.

Start writing you congress people, state and county spokes people, rally together, help Obama and Biden help us, The can make change, you voted, you had a voice, don’t let that voice die on November 4, 2008, Carry the torch, light the way make it happen, follow it through, and we will succeed.

We Are The Change.

Angie

Now Serving Table 58...

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So, do you ever think you could get better health care from Dexter Morgan than from your own local Emergency Room at your Local Hospital?

You walk into the ER, you expect Noah Wyle to come rushing to your aide after being insulted by the hot nurse of the day, better yet get me the cute doctor chick from Private Practice, “yes that spot does hurt a little”. Instead, you get sent to be “triaged” where you find out you blood pressure is 139 over 85, (you wonder how how you have not exploded as of yet) and that though you are a level 3 trauma, there are people who have been there since 3 who have not been seen.

I seriously thought about barfing on his shoes to show my undying gratitude and devotion for his medical professionalism.

“I did not want to give you false hope of being seen right away.” I looked at Erika, and right in front of him, said maybe we should go somewhere else, maybe we should go home, something; this place is not going to make me feel better.

We left, went back to the parking space, the one we drove around for 15 minutes for, the second place we were looking at, the first spot a care that stated boldly “medical response vehicle” pulled up directly facing us after we had our blinker on, and turned his on. a true match of wills, the whose dick is bigger, the pissing match to end all pissing matches, and Erika sat there blinker on, looking straight ahead, that old guy thinking he was going to get between me and my health care…not as long as Erika has anything to do with it. Her super powers proven, we denied the elixir of life from my home lunar body to heal me; we set out for our next star base destination.
RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET.

No, I am not fucking kidding. There are 3 hospitals in a 3 block area, no shit. so Erika gets us there, we check in, they tell us it might be a few minutes, they have 15 people waiting, they get me triaged, registered, and into a private glass enclosed quiet room, in less than 25 minutes, I saw a doctor less than 15 minutes later and they APPOLOGIZED because it took so long! All is going well, they treat me, the medications don’t work as well as I would like, they give me something else. I feel better; I am getting ready to go home, I have no complaints about this place at all...and WHAM.

A woman comes in and tells us before I leave I need to pay before I can go. Now, for those who don’t know me, I have a migraine issue, I go to the ER more than once a year, so already met my yearly out of pocket maximum. I KNOW THIS! I FUCKING KNOW THIS because I JUST TALKED TO MY INSURANCE CARRIER THAT AFTERNOON! And she won’t take my word for it. I have never in my life been hit up for $100 before I left an ER, I have insurance, if I did not, it might be something different, but they did not even file with them yet, how would they even know if I would owe anything. When I challenged the lady about it, and asked how we would get the money back if the insurance paid it all, she looked like a deer in the headlights of a car, she did not have an answer, said I would have to talk to the insurance company. I said we were not paying anything. She left, I told E that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard.

Next time my regular hospital is busy I will just make my way to Miami. I bet Dexter will be more than happy to help me out…If I satisfy the “Code of Harry “that is.

Happy hunting all…

Angie

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

Kodak is not always right, pictures are not always right, but in this case, they are just the trick. This last weekend Erika (you all know my lovely Bride To Be by now) and I went to the river front on The Lou side of things and hung out for a while. Talk about a trooper, the walk down, okay okay, I got the walk down, the walk up was all her, she pushed me back up in my wheel chair, and got me back to the car in one piece. props to the wonderful woman in these pics...so here you all go enjoy! More To Come As Always! Angie

I Am The Roller Coaster Tycoon

Sitting wondering about things today I realize I am absolutely and positively bored out of my mind.

There seems to be some sort of weird programming that switches in my brain when I see the sun shining out side I am so convinced that I should be outside. Fishing, the sunlight, the air in my lungs something, I should be doing something. So I paint, and occupy my mind, looking for the answers to who I am inside. And I look and search for something I worry I may never find again. Maybe it is one of those things we never find until we are gone, the closeted us. Odd thing for an openly gay person to say maybe, however, feeling closeted is something people feel inside from time to time I think. The never ending search for themselves. A detective who can not close the last case in their drawer before they retire. The cold case sitting there, the jacket worn, known inside and out. Finger prints, partial identifications, the shadowy figure in the street light, whispered away with night’s airy breath. Ghosts creeping under your door, silent revelation of some dankness left on the shelf feted rotted ideals behind the brining juice “Time”.

The silver lining? The repeat of salvation? The glint of the light at the end of the tunnel. mirrored glasses three quarters full, forgetting half empty, damning half full, who needs it there is so much more than that. More than the romaine in the lettuce crisper, healthful and good for you crisped and cleaned. Needed for more than a minute, needed for more than a day, needed for more than for you, needed for more than need.

There will always be good. you will always have it in you, you just need to look in the right place, the right height in your mind, the places hidden, they try to hide them from you, try to find a corner to stash the glimmering objects that would carry you to a sunlit room that fills you with hopeful acclimates of peace. “Hope is the greatest of things” isn’t that what was said? We have to believe that to find our way out of the oblivious dark that terrifies the senses and stupefies the soul. Soul. A permeable being that fills the void of heart. Egyptians used to feel that the heart did all the thinking. The brain was useless. The soul is not an organ. The soul is not something you can touch, unless you find someone who touches you.

People love other people. It is in the human nature to care about other people, to look for the good in each other. My fiancé found it in me. Sees it in me every day. She helps me see it in me, in a way I have never seen it before. I see things in her, see colors, prismatic colors. Lights and sparkling rainbows of greens, oranges, blues, reds, I feel the ocean when I listen to her heart and her lungs as she breathes while I sleep next to her. The relaxing tides surrounding me. Hearing John say “you future mother in law thinks so…” or a gentle hug from Diane when we come over for comfort foods of chili and grilled cheese, because knows that I am in pain from how I walk or how I hug her first. Gracie, asking for me to sit with her at dinner, and us eating grilled cheese and playing with our food, I mean really what adult does not love to play with their food? Helping fix a cell phone that I am totally obsessed with, or chatting about fishing and browsers on cell phones with Troy and Heather. Family, I love sitting at that table, even on days when I am not feeling “sociable”.

We all get to ride the rides, the ride has a different admission every day, sometimes, the price seems steep, however, the thrill is worth it, and it is one hell of a ride, in the end?

I plan on being a Tycoon.
Angie

PS Don't forget, I put a link in the Header of this post...enjoy... A.

Gracie....A New Pic For You All

This is a Pic of my niece Gracie...hope you guys enjoy it. I know I do! She is so cute and adorable!

Hope everyone enjoys, take care and be well!

Angie

"Down on The Farm"

Okay well, I know I have been MIA for a few days, sorry about that everyone. I am not sure what happened, I lost track of time, I lost track of space. I most likely just lost track of me. That happens to me from time to time. I am not sure if you know how that feels gang, however, I am sure there are a few other people who know what I am talking about. Any way, as they once said “I’m Back!”
Yesterday the fishing was not only cold; so were the fish. McNeely is usually my hot spot lake for pan fish, however, only a few bites and not a one catch. on my way home, I driving, as one does on their way home, and saw three young guys, sign in hand asking for money for food for them and their dog. I am, by all means, a huge animal lover. I drove past, as over 90 percent of the population does in these situations, and got on the freeway to go home.
The chill of the cool winds still working its way out of my body, I was not even thinking of those young guys, and I turned around, stopped at a dollar store, bought dog food and dog treats, made my way back and dropped them off. Some how, it seemed wrong. The dog was eating not those young guys. So I of course asked when they last had a true hot good meal.
Food.
Simple, yet so important and so needed to survive. I take for granted that if I want something warm, Erika makes me a comforting pot of potato soup, I am warmed and feel loved and safe.
I sat there in that booth listening to the lives of strangers. Watching them laugh. Hearing the differences in their voices. Listening to the highs and lows of traveling across the country together. Salad, biscuits, pasta, gravy, wonderful table manners, better than my own at times, it was wonderful to sit and hear their lives unfold into colorful pictures in my mind.
Dinner really can bring families together, family yesterday were total strangers, human brothers, just like Ben or Justin. I did not see guys that had not had a decent meal in a few days. I saw my friends, their smiling faces, no one of them would ever go hungry. The dog? Sure you may ask, and I will tell you, Erika and I spoke once, about how we would never let an animal suffer or be hungry, I saw Odyssey, Apollo, Hud, Buster, Dexter, Dodge, and Sasha. My brother’s and I’s dogs, now and growing up, my Father’s favorite hunting dog, I saw them all.
Ah, the old cliché, the we are all a human family cliché. I don’t care about that. I know people were looking at me with these guys in the restaurant, I did not care then I don’t care now. Their meal was paid for; they were polite, respectful, quiet, kind to the wait staff. I felt bad about leaving them, when I dropped them off where they asked me to, those were the best good bye hugs I have received in a long time. If I never hear from them, or see them again, that day will always stick with me, I felt whole, good.
Alive. Living. Real. Human. Refreshed.
It does not get much better than that. If you get a chance please keep Rich, Rory, and Danny in your prayers, that they may be safe in their travels.
“Fair winds and following tides” boys.
Angie