Happy 4th of July! We have plans for the 4th in Boston – what are you doing today? I have all the cameras packed up & ready to go – so pictures to follow from the day!
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Christine is an Avenger of Sexiness. Her Superpower is helping Hot Mamas grow their Confidence by rediscovering their Beauty. She lives in the Heights in Houston, Texas, works as a boudoir photographer, and writes about running a Business of Awesome. In her spare time, she loves to knit, especially when she travels. She & her husband Mike have a food blog at Spoon & Knife.
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For the Record…
For the record, Sam, Jennifer’s now blogless husband, makes a wicked kick-ass margarita. Yummmm, yum! So the three of us are sitting here at the dining room table, each with our own laptop – Sam had two out earlier – wait, you think I’m kidding, right? I’m not. We had South Park on and were talking about Robyn and Todd and enjoying the moment (good things of course, just how much we adore you guys and wish you were here). I am here in Geek Nirvana, and we’re considering videotaping the naked guy surfing the web (it appears to be porn) on the second floor of the building. Shirtless, and we presume bottomless because of what Sam & Jenn witnessed last week, with large photos on his monitor right next to the window.
Oh, and their daughter Rachel? She’s a little angel. Too adorable for words.
My stiff and sore neck is gone, not even a glimmer of a headache today… life is good.
If I’m rambling, blame on the Jose Cuervo. God, I needed a vacation, and Sam makes a good margarita.
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I Made It!
My flight from Houston to Boston was pretty uneventful – after we sat on the runway for an hour waiting to take off! Long flights of course mean in-flight movies, so that helped the time pass of course. Landing in Boston is scary at night! You’re flying over water, over water, over water… boom! You’re landing on a runway! Yes, for a few fleeting seconds I was nervous that we were going to land in water. But we didn’t. I got in sometime close to 1am (thanks to our delay in Houston) and Jenn came in to meet me at the baggage claim. Then it was off down the *cough* interesting road system of Boston – with these tiny roads and little exits and makeshift signs. I’m glad I wasn’t driving!
I don’t know why I worried about packing – there is a Wal-Mart not that far from here. If I don’t have it, I can get it there! The only things I have realized I left behind were the card reader for my digital camera – but Jenn has an Oympus too and has a card reader for it so I’m set – and the docking station for my Handspring, but I can probably live without it so no big deal.
So now I’m at Jenn’s house, writing this on Sam’s laptop since mine isn’t cooperating right now with their wireless network. As soon as I send an e-mail off to the boss and we get ready it’s off to do touristy things Boston! I have the digital camera with me, but I brought the “real” one too, so I can take a variety of pictures!
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Folding, Folding, Folding…
Don’t you just *love* packing? Yeah, RIGHT. I always end up worrying that I’ll forget something, but Jennifer has reassured me that they have stores in Boston. So the last load of clothes is in the dryer, the suitcase is pretty much packed. I have a dentist appointment at 1pm. I still need to get the cats a giant cat food dispenser and get the keys to Kymberlie so she can check in on them. Other then that? I think I’m ready to head to Boston tonight!
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Show Your Pride…
A few weeks ago, our challenge for the Blogwhore game was to create a meme. Rannie’s meme was to Show Your Pride.
I wanted to write something back then, but what could I write? I’m not gay. I’m not bisexual. But today it hit me. And I realized, we should all have some Pride. I have pretty much always been the type that looks at people for WHO they are, not the color of their skin or their sexual preferences. When I was a little girl I adopted the black lady who lived down the street from us because she was the same age as my grandmothers and they lived far away. I called her Grandma Ruth because that was who she was to me. When others asked, I would explain that she was my black grandma. Being a blonde-haired, blue-eyed child, I just didn’t get why this confused people. The first time I saw an interracial couple, Grandma Ruth asked me if I thought that was ok. I said sure, why not? I was 6, and in my eyes what difference did race make? I was about 9 or 10 the first time I met someone who was gay. Back in those days he would have been stereotyped because he was very feminine in nature. But what did I care? I was told that he liked men instead of women. So what? I still thought he was a nice man. When I was in my early teens my mom’s best friend had a step-son living in San Francisco. He got AIDs. At first I don’t even remember if we knew what he had, but I remember the first time I heard the words on the news. Again, I never looked down on him for his sexual orientation, I just thought it was sad that he had a deadly disease.
And this is why we all need Pride. We need to learn to tolerate one another. We need to live in peace, and no one should have to live in fear. No, I may not be gay, but I will never scorn someone who is. Instead I will stand by them and be proud that they are my friend.
Happy Pride to Rannie and all the other blogwhores. It was fun playing with you and I’ll be cheering you all on until the end. (Isn’t it ironic that on Pride Day they would vote off the only straight person? Oh well, I’m just happy I made it as far as I did.)