oh, Hi Wednesday!

I meant to post our menu Sunday...
But it's easy enough.

Chili

/menu


I made a HUGE pot, so that's all we're eating.
Yummy lamb chili.  Ground lamb was on sale, so that's what I got.

Cheep and cheerful.


Last week I saw some fun things on the internets that tickled me:

Some gender bending. 

“I understand signifiers. We’re social creatures and we have a physical language of communicating with each other,” she says. “But it would be a really beautiful thing if we could all just wear what we wanted, without it meaning something.”

 

Awesome (celebrity) parenting.  An aside, isn't Willow just the spitting image of Will?  <3

things i liked last week

I liked these things I saw last week.  maybe you saw them too, maybe you showed them to me!  but maybe, these things will make your week a little better too!

Best PSA evar.  (this was stuck in my head until I finally fell asleep last night!)

Best socks evar!  one day I will learn how to make a pattern and knit fun things from my head.

I love me some good photography.  it makes me feel warm and fuzzy.  These are some incredible portraits.

this weeks menu

hey!  look at what I'm planning on making this week.  Maybe J will see this and not have to ask!! 
(for some reason it *really* bugs me when J asks 'Whats for dinner?'  not sure why...any ideas?)


Monday:  Raosted pork loin and cauliflower with mushroom gravy and salad
Tuesday:  Chicken curry
Wednesday:  Chicken stew pie  Except *this* time I'm going to use the mushroom gravy instead of canned soup
Thursday:  Leftovers.  My poor manager was at work for like 13 hours and was struggling to fill all the shifts Thursday, so I volunteered to close, so that means I'll be working 2 jobs that day. 
Friday:  More leftovers?  I'm going to be rehearsing for Lunacy.  I'm a Lunacy dancer!
I'm going to have to figure something out for the weekend.  J is with Pickle for his birthday (and I'm a bad step-mom...I wasn't paying attention to the dates, so I won't be celebrating Pickles 15th!)


Interested in any of those recipes?  All of it is home made!

the gay thing

So. 
right.

I have a rant.


WHY THE BLOOMING ROSES does it matter if someone is gay?

(one could sub in different colour skin, religion, lipstick choice, but today it's gay)

One of my co-workers DC* is 23 and lives with his boyfriend, and is in the closet to his family.
Sister was worried about telling me and sent me an e-mail.  (still cheesed about that Sister!)

I guess it's a testament to my Mom, and the way she raised us that I don't give a rats ass if you are gay, or bi, or hetro or trans or girly or vanilla or kinky or a 'breeder' or not a 'breeder'.  I like to know about you, but if you left our conversation at your new shoes and the fab dinner you had last night FINE. 

I'm torn on the idea about celebrities outing themselves.  Yes, it's still crazy tough times for kids who are gay.  yes, roll models are super.  But why not just live your life...gay or not...why 'announce' it.

This is *very* aside from groups of like minded individuals collecting together.  I'm not saying don't associate with people who have similar life views/styles as you.  I am in a community of circus performers and Burningman enthusiasts.  There is a pride parade.  I got to clown jams.  I'm proud to be who I am, as should anyone.  But no one *needs* to know, nor should they care, that I am a clown.

All *I* care about is that you are happy in your life. 
I am SO pleased and grateful that Sister found the love of her life.  I don't give a hoot if she found it in a boy or a girl.


I don't expect answers.
I don't want answers.
I just wanted to rant a little.  and maybe you don't like me anymore because of it.

Fear of the unknown.  "aarrgg!  what is it!?  KILL IT!" 




* not real initials...it's his work rap name, Dirty Chai...I'm M-Drizz, we've got Big Tazo, C-Salt, Solo Lo, Cool Lime, Lady Hibiscus, Hazelnut Sass...

day off, sad news

I have a day off, one that J is working, so I get the computer all to myself.  There are a few things I've been thinking about.  I'll write a few posts and stick a couple in the draft folder for later 'k?



My Stepmom's mom passed away last Tuesday morning.  We called her Grandma Sherman, aka Nana by her bio grandchildren.

I hadn't seen her much over the past few years.  When I was a teenager we would be at 'the Sherman's' for lunch after church, and spen Christmas eve with them, playing 'the present game'*.
Grandma Sherman was a tiny lady with a huge heart.  She always greeted us (me and Sister) warmly and quietly.  I always felt part of the family.  Even when I dressed rather crazy, this conservative Nana never batted an eye.  One of my favorite rememberings is that she always gave Sister and I 'man' glasses of milk.  The Sherman girls (her daughters and granddaughters) where either young or petite and didn't eat as much as the big amazonian girls we where (Sister and I, at that point, where about 5'9", Sister might have been taller than me by then) When setting the table there was a distinction about where one sat because there where large 'man' glasses, and small 'lady' glasses.  We must have asked for more milk a lot (milk was the preferred lunch beverage) because eventually we got 'man' glasses!

She was always busy, helping her family and Church.

When Grandpa Sherman passed away Nana included us in giving one of his paintings.  All the grandchildren got one you see.

Rest In Peace Nana.  Thank you for bringing us into the fold.  I love you for it.

gah!

my laptop broke (again!?)
our desktop is also our tv, so taking the time to write a full blog post is hard.  I don't want to hog.

so it might be a bit before I get a good post out. 

stay tuned!

What!? people still *think* like that!?

So, I allowed myself to get *really* angry the other day. 
A friend said something along the lines of "Nuite Blanch was great!  I had a great time.  Except for all the drunk people." in a status update on Facebook.   Peoples general responses where along the lines of "yea, it was crazy down town" and "I even saw 14 year olds drinking!". 

But one woman said (to paraphrase)  "I was down with my pre-teens and would have never allowed them to be on their own!  I was really uncomfortable down town with them because of all the drunk people.  (...) I don't want to sound racist but...I did feel a little safer because everyone was white."

I sat there *literally* sputtering for words.

There was a little bit of back and forth, Her saying something along the lines of "well you obviously don't have preteens because you would know that they have limits"

Someone else said "oh fuck right off".  She said "nice language sir".  More back and forth about how her language wasn't any better.
There is some reference to hip hop,
and then she says:

"well, drunk white kids don't carry guns"



I was in a rage. 

My heart was pounding and I was shaking.  I said some choice words as well.  (I repeated "oh fuck right off", in caps, and asked her when she studied white kids with guns vs. non white kids with guns)

I know that  my reaction wasn't going to teach her anything.  It was pure fight or flight.  I *still* haven't learned not to type when I'm upset.

I was just so in shock that people still think that way.  That racism was still alive and will.  Full on racism.  Not just stereotypes.  But actual FEAR of someone who is not the same colour as you.

I obviously live in a nice little bubble.

Maybe I can become a hermit.