We survived Pride!

It has been a while since Storm or I updated anything much here but those who have been following him regularly know that we had been planning the first Pride event for our area. Not only did we plan one event, we had to lose our minds for a bit and go for a whole week worth of events. Well we made it through and I have to say that things went pretty well considering. The biggest event, our Festival Day, was a great success and we managed to make people happy. The other events went well too and we are already making contacts with several other organizations and adding a few people to our board who have wonderful ideas and the skills to implement them. Yay us!!

We also got our oldest back to college after her summer break. Teenagers are a pain in the ass. They will make you crazy, frustrate you so badly that you want to strangle them until they grow a brain, and then do something so sweet and thoughtful that you remember why you had kids and loved them enough not to take them out before they got grown. Our son, the middle child and an 18 year old boy (those who have been here can feel our pain) was very high ranking on our kimshee list for a while. Then he calls me yesterday and asks if he can take his little sister to school on her first day of Middle School. He came over yesterday, went through her schedule and all her stuff and gave her all the big brother advice, then shows up at 7am this morning to take her to school. She was glowing (she idolizes her brother and sister) and was actually excited about starting her new school. Made me want to squeeze him till he popped. As badly as they manage to frustrate us with typical kid stuff, I adore my children and am ridiculously proud of them. You will probably get tired of hearing about them eventually..lol.

I am also managing the school stuff fairly well so far. I still say I am a demented masochist for starting a Master’s program right now, but it is being handled (though I am playing hookie writing here instead of working on the paper that is due today).

Oh, and here is a little FYI for those who have an interest in the transition stuff. Don’t ever let yourself (if you are the one going the process) or the one you love go without their T or E respectively for any length of time. Through the Pride craziness, Storm forgot to replace his T patch one morning after his shower and through all the things we had to get done that day, didn’t remember it till the next day. 24 hours without T makes Storm freaking crazy. For the first time in more years than I can count, Storm and I had a major blowout argument, over something stupid, that ended in him yelling and slamming things around until I lost it and screamed at him. Yes, screamed at him. If you knew me, this would be pretty freaking shocking. He snapped out of his freak out when I screamed at him “What the F is wrong with you???”. We both ended up crying, he wound up apologizing all over the place to me and our youngest daughter. While in the midst of the crying apologies I asked him if he ever put his patch back on… hello and bingo. We remedied that situation quickly and I made him set an alarm on his phone so this doesn’t happen again. So be warned…if the hormone levels get out of whack, you or the person you love going through transition will LOSE THEIR FREAKING MIND. Jussayin.

All is better and back to normal, we already have another event coming up through luckily we won’t have to do much planning because it is a simple potluck party for the anniversary of the DADT repeal. It is also time for me to get off here and do some actual work. More info updates soon and I will get Storm to update everyone as well.

People make me crazy

Okay, again, so most everyone here already knows about the Pride event we are putting together and all of the work that is going into it and all that needs to be done. There is a lot to be said about starting a blog after your husband has informed everyone of the pertinent facts…lol

Well, we made it through the baby’s birthday yesterday and she had a wonderful time and was very surprised and happy with her Hogwarts birthday. Yayyyy us. She loved her presents, her cake, all the little details. We actually managed to keep a secret from her this time so she was clueless and completely surprised. I think her favorite was her acceptance letter to Hogwarts and the Diagon Alley shopping list (go Dad!!!).

In the midst of all of this I am dealing with my mother. My mother and I have a seriously rocky past but have been doing better in recent years. She is a recovering addict and at least has more good days than bad now. However, she chose to have a BAD day yesterday. At our daughter’s birthday party. With all our family there. With my daughter watching her with a look I recognize and loathe. That look of total resignation and the blank stare, the fake smile and nod because her nana took too much of her damn pain meds and was so freaking out of it she was nodding out and speaking incoherent freaking gibberish. Yes. You heard that right.

I went through my day yesterday with a migraine, woke up with it. The Godess was trying to warn me. Loki and Coyote had a great freakin laugh. Seeing my mother like that pulls an indescribable rage out of me because of the circumstances of my childhood on a good day. Yesterday, again, was a BAD day. Seeing that look on my daughter’s face blew up that internal rage to such a degree that we rushed through presents, cake, and cleanup and left to come home. Once I got here, I literally face-planted in the bed and passed out because my head said I was done. Period. Luckily, my poor baby has dealt with my migraines all her life so she wasn’t upset with me and she had little friends and her oldest sister here to keep her happy and playing while my brain but me on a forced 3 hour vacay.

Then I get up this morning, feeling better but resigned to fact that I am going to have a nasty confrontation at some point with my mother because I no longer let that shit slide and I won’t tolerate it around my kids. I get my homework done, paper turned in, go out to indulge in my worst habit, and come back in to serious stank face from my husband. My mother called. More drama ensues about how the week is scheduled between us all because we have so much to get done before the festival on Saturday. I call my mother back, commence to trying to sort out said drama, and finally do the whole “if it doesn’t get done, it doesn’t…whatever…we can’t take anymore on…so choose what you are gonna do and let us know”. Harsh sounding, I know, but please understand that the other option (parenticide) is not legal in my country and harsh is the only viable option.

And now we get to the reason for the title of this post and why people make me crazy. Why does everything have to be complicated and full of drama. If you say you are going to do something, figure out how to freaking get it done. If it is going to be too complicated or you are going to bitch your way through the entire process, DON’T COMMIT TO FREAKING DOING IT. It really isn’t that complicated. Do it or don’t. Simple. Must you make my life hell while you dither and wring your hands??? Drama is a life-sucking method of sadistic torture and should be illegal…or punishable by death. Jussayin.

Working through my life

Most of the people who will be reading this know me through my love, Storm Silvermane. This is good because you don’t need a whole lot of back story about who we are. The brief version is that he is a transman in the middle of his transition and our life is full and crazy busy most times. Now would be one of those times.

This weekend we are celebrating the babygirl’s birthday (our youngest is 11 and still my baby). This is going to be production because I have the sense the gods gave a toad-frog and must always plan everything elaborately and in minute detail. Yes, I bring this craziness on myself. Yes, I am OCD and anal about details. Yes, I am aware that this is not even what most would call a landmark birthday and it should not be extravagant. It isn’t really going to be extravagant but it has to be done right. Shut up.

Anyway, on top of the birthday planning, we have a HUGE Pride event coming up the following weekend and there are about two million and two details that still need to be taken care of and about 3 or 4 people actually working toward getting things done….can you see the bald spot? No? Keep checking.

On top of all of that craziness, I completely lost my freaking mind one day a couple of weeks ago and enrolled myself in a Master’s program. Yes, I wanted and needed to go back to school. Yes, the program is what I want and awesome. Yes, I had to enroll then to take advantage of some serious savings on books and such. Yes, Storm encouraged me and said we would work it out no matter what. Still….What the HELL was I thinking???

Oh, and did I mention the eldest daughter is getting ready to go back to college next weekend on the day of one of our biggest events? Or that the little one starts school the Monday right after Pride week ends? Or that in the midst of the craziness Loki or Coyote decided to get cute and wrench Storm’s ankle badly enough to make him practically immobile in the middle of all of this? Let’s not forget the all important every day living stuff like laundry, cleaning, cooking (which I have to do the majority of with Storm down and the other adults in this house being….slothlike…in nature), and all of the meetings and shopping that must take place to prepare the upcoming events?

I am a little overwhelmed and slightly exhausted. Though my load isn’t quite as bad as yours, Sacha, I can relate. We have so much going on that I go through periods where I simply shut down and decide it is going to be an “I don’t give a **** day” and have to force myself to move past it. Today is one of those days. I got the necessary school work done. I have been on the phone off and on all day dealing with birthday details. We are constantly dealing with something to do with Pride while multitasking other things. We are also constantly worrying about money for everything…like most people…but we make it through.

I apologize for the vent but I needed it. I will be sure to write something regarding life with my transgender husband soon because he feels it could be helpful to others. I often tell him I don’t think our relationship is really any different but he says it is…lol…so…more on that soon.

Peace and blessings.

My friend Melly’s 11 question thingie

I am answering Melly first because I can do it in email and then copy/paste. I will do Storm’s on the blog. This is the blog game of pass it along.

The game involves answering a group of questions and then formulating yours, and passing them along….

The rules are as follows:

1. You must post the rules.

2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post.

3. Create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.

4. Tag eleven people with a link to your post.

5. Let them know they’ve been tagged.

1. If you had the opportunity to plan your funeral, what would you plan? I want an ascension party, not a funeral. They need to cremate me, have a freaking blast of a party including drag queens and kings, tell stories about all the crazy and laughable stuff I did, and move right along. I do want my ashes mixed with Storm’s before being spread but that is about all.
2. Do you know the etymology of your name (given or adopted)?  If yes, share.  If not, look it up; then, share.  (I know – pushy broad, right?) Pretty self explanatory but looked it up for Melly just because.
   

   Contribute Add to List ANGEL

   GENDER: Masculine & Feminine USAGE: English, Bulgarian, Macedonian OTHER SCRIPTS: Ангел (Bulgarian, Macedonian) PRONOUNCED: AYN-jəl (English)   [key] Meaning & History From the medieval Latin masculine name Angelus which was derived from the name of the heavenly creature (itself derived from the Greek word αγγελος (angelos) meaning “messenger”). It has never been very common in the English-speaking world, where it is sometimes used as a feminine name in modern times.

3. What is your favorite cuss word and / or catch phrase? “sucks donkey dick”
4. If you were allowed to blow up one place in the world without repercussions, what place would you choose?  Why? Any building containing a large gathering of GOP. Again with the self explanatory….though I did consider the Vatican for a moment.
5. What habit do you have a hard time breaking or have tried multiple times to break? Smoking
6. Can you name 10 reality shows on TV right now without looking them up? Hoarders, Great Escape, Biggest Loser, America’s Got Talent, The Voice, So you think you can Dance?, Trading Spaces, Say Yes to the Dress, Bridezillas, 1 Girl, 5 Gays…ha! I did it!
7. Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? (10 points to those of you who know what I am talking about.) Yes, yes I have.
8. If you could go back in time to talk to your younger self, what would you say? Have more fun, stop worrying about what others think, and realize that people always have and always will suck. The hardest part of your life is going to be weeding out the good ones.
9. What personal accomplishment are you most proud of (leaving out child birth)? I have two…furthering my education and actually making it past the 5 year mark in a relationship (though these fall far behind my kids -sticks my tongue out at ya-)
10. Is there someone you wish you had slept with when you had the chance?  Who? Yes, Lena. Huge crush when I was a teen.
11. Leonard or Sheldon? Sheldon absolutely!!!

11 Questions game and first post

If I tag you.. keep the fun going.

Here are the questions and rules Storm posted:

The game involves answering a group of questions and then formulating yours, and passing them along….
The rules are as follows:
1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post.
3. Create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
4. Tag eleven people with a link to your post.
5. Let them know they’ve been tagged.

1. Ok I know this is a typical question but I really want to know. What three things would you take with you to a deserted island? Why? Since my family is a given, I will count them as one. The other two would be my knives (must haves to survive) and some damn deo. I don’t care where I am, I don’t want to stink. Just ew.

2. If you are a parent, what made you decide to become a parent. If you are not, do you want to be and why? My husband knows this story but for those who don’t, I didn’t think I could have children. Once I got pregnant, I fell in love with the little hellion. Then I inherited two more. I never thought I would be a parent, much less one with three children I adore but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

3. What music touches your soul? I have two and they are vastly different. I love hard rock and alternative but also love classical and instrumental music. Native drums and flutes probably move me the most.

4. Who was the most inspiring person for you growing up? Why? My grandmother. She went through so much and had such a hard life and still she was one of the most generous and loving souls you could ever meet. She never met an animal that didn’t adore her, she took in strays of all varieties and leg counts, and she adored the ground her children and grandchildren walked in even when they weren’t necessarily deserving. She had to work at it but she had a huge heart.

5. What do you really want to be when you grow up? I really want to be completely comfortable in my own skin and feel that I have done what I was supposed to with my life.

6. Do you think it is better to be an only child or one with siblings? I honestly don’t know. I think only children are extremely lonely (I was one though I had a sibling like relationship with my aunt) and those who have siblings sometimes feel inadequate. I think it more often depends on the kind of parents.

7. What are your views on the whole Chick-fil-a crap? That the world really needs to learn that hate will destroy us and that love and acceptance are the only true way to live a good and constructive life. The rest of them are going to be sorely disappointed when they find their end.

8. Who is your secret crush.. realizing that as soon as you answer it is no longer a crush. Come on don’t bail out on my now. Could even be a fantasy of a star –lol  I would probably melt in my shoes if I could ever meet Pink in person. Seriously. Though our friend Love is ridonkulously sexy…jussayin.

9. Where is your ideal place to live.. are you there now? Why would you want to be there? Hell no we don’t live there, I want to be in Washington state or Alaska or Canada. Somewhere north, cold, and with a lot more nature.

10. Burial or cremation? Why? Cremation. I have no interest in the idea of my body being eaten and riddled with bugs and worms. Freakin ew. Burn me up, mix my ashes with Storm’s, and scatter me somewhere beautiful.

11. Why do you blog? Because I need an outlet for the chaos in my head, and because now my husband feels I should also do this on wordpress. Go figure. He says he just wants his readers to know I really exist…lol.

 

So here are my 11 questions though I don’t have many people to tag:

1. Are you the person you want to be?

2. Do you think life gets better or worse with age?

3. Have you ever had a pet or animal teach you a life lesson? Explain.

4. Who has learned more from your relationship, you or your children (or friends or family for those with no children)?

5. What is your favorite plant and why?

6. Exercise: a masochistic form of torture or totally blissful stress relief?

7. If food is fuel for the body, does that qualify dessert as a nitro boost?

8. Caffeine: absolute necessity or heinous foe?

9. What colors make you smile?

10. Really love them, or put up with them for the wild monkey sex?

11. Do you love or hate these chain question thingies? Why?

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