Comparing Gay Marriage to Polygamy

What a close minded idiot. Bill Bennett has no argument. John Stewart is trumping him on every turn.

And what is this argument that if you challenge the vows of marriage (making it two people and not man and wife) then what is to stop Polygamy from being the next step. WHAT KIND OF ARGUMENT IS THAT. We are not arguing that it should be a vow between a bunch of people we are saying that gays should have the same basic human rights. It is not the first step in the slippery slope toward disintegrating the sanctity of marriage, it is encouraging the issue of making human rights to include ALL humans not just the ones that meet the Christian or Conservative views of who should be allowed human rights!

My sweet Man

Mark hates this picture of us. I think it is incredibly cute! What do you think?

Figure it would be better to post it on here then any of my other sites since he doesn't like it, I shouldn't give it maximim exposure. :(

I do love this man though. There is no one out there that can make me laugh, smile and feel the way he does. :)

Love

What is love?

How is it that one person can mean so much to you?

You know it is love when that person has you so mad you could scream yet there is still no one else you would rather be with.

You know it is love when they have the ability to break your heart.

You know it is love when hearing them say "I love you" never gets old. It makes your heart jump every time.

You know it is love when you are seperated and even a day seems like two long.

You know it is love when you look at the person and think this is my family, my home.

I understand all these things. But what is it that makes us feel this way. How come we can meet hundreds of people and never feel this way. But then a chance meeting with one causes us to get on that rollercoaster called a relationship with no regrets. Is it based on physical attraction, fate, a higher power, common interests, laughter, trust?

What makes us stop in our tracks for that one person? What makes them so different?

I have always been curious about that, for as far back as I can remember. When I was younger I thought that we were all puzzle pieces just looking for that one piece that fits. My ideas have changed a little bit as I have grown up. I think that there is more than just one puzzle piece. There a many. Some fit just right but come at the wrong time in your life, some fit perfectly but then change as the years go on, some your force into making it fit just to be misreable in the end and some fit just right and stay that way (with the occasional conflict).

I suppose I will never really understand what it is that makes us fall in love with people. I suppose I don't need to either, just as long as love stays on my side ;)

Today. . . .

Yesterday, I went to with my brother to visit my cousin.

I love my cousin. We were raised together for most of our childhood so I consider him like a brother. I love him like a brother.

He has this negative attitude about him though. Over the years it had gotten tremendously better. He has gone from being the evil teenager, to the moody young adult, to a great and loving father with only a slight grizzly bear attitude to those around him.

However, he is really good at finding something he knows gets under your skin and harping on it. With my Grandmother it is either her age or her political views, with his step mom it is her weight or her outlook. He will just make little comment followed by hardy laughter that makes others laugh along and makes you feel . . . bad.

I am familiar with this tactic. It has been part of my family for most of my life. Used by all. I have spent most of my life with my family harping on how loud I talk or how much I talk. I spent years being very selfconsious about these things. Even now if someone makes a comment when I accidentally start talking too loud it upsets me a little. I hate being bullied about it even though I am guilty of that myself. We made fun of Cory's mumbling, Bryan's lack of hair, Billy's attitude or weight when he was younger, Dad's lack of hearing, snoring or temper, Missy her name and her love for Matt and Mom. . . well like anyone would harp on her for anything. We have gotten better about it over the years. Realizing that feelings are hurt. But going over to Stevie's house kinda made it all seem like it was yesterday.

It wasn't as harsh as it use to be. There was a little bit of love behind it. But then it came to teasing me about a job. A subject that is very sensitive to me right now. But for like an hour every time I would say ANYTHING he would turn it into a joke about being lazy, broke, unemployed or being a jobless moocher. It really started to get to me. Not because it was true. Because being harped on doesn't break down my self esteem enough to make me think, damn is that me. But because it made me wonder if he saw me that way. Did other people see me that way? Do they think I don't care about getting a job? Do they think I enjoy being broke? Enjoy being stuck alone in the house all day?

Mark is sweet and makes me feel included in his world and if I truly need anything he will provide it. But it doesn't help me feel any less. . . . worthless. Right now, without a job. . . . I kinda feel worthless. . . . .

By the looks. . . .

By the look of it. . . we look like that couple I never wanted to be. The couple sitting in the cafe, each with their own book, each in their own world. Neither attached to the other. You see them all the time, the couples who no longer communicate. The ones who are together but so far apart. By the look of it. . . that is us.

It is different from the inside though. I know we are sitting here each on our own laptops in a cafe because life is busy, there are tasks to be done. But instead of locking himself away in his upstairs office, he chose to include me. Instead of being in separate rooms getting work done, we are sitting here together. Communicating when one of us has come across something interesting to share with the other. There is communication. We are not each in our own world completely, there are still parts fringing together.

Is this how it begins though? Is this the first step? Does the communication trickle away? Do world separate more everyday?

We are sitting here because he wanted to include me in his world still. . . . but how long will that last?