Pants, pants, PANTS!

1. Ask which phone number is best to reach me.
2. Disregard the phone number I give you, leave a vague message on my parent’s home voicemail about “test results” that prompts my mother to email me with the clinic phone number.
3. When I call for my test results, repeat my name and “PAP” loudly so that everyone in the waiting room can share the joy that is a normal pap smear.

I just got mad dogged by a girl in the study lab because I couldn’t stop laughing when I opened this.

nataliedee.com

I have so much school work to do I’m not really sure where to start. So, naturally, I’m doing what any good procrastinator does: I’m looking through Natalie Dee’s archives.
I’m pretty sure I’ll die if I don’t buy this t-shirt.

I am overjoyed with the election of our new president, but saddened with the passing of hate fueled Proposition 8 in California. I am supremely disappointed and angry with the Mormon church’s funding of the proposition to end same sex marriage.

Since when are hate and bigotry Christian values? Way to go your frightened lemmings! My LGBT friends deserve the same rights as any other citizen. It’s strange that we’ve managed to elect a black president and spit in the face of progress, all at once. I’m not much for prayer, but I pray that the hope of our new president will flow into civil rights and this wrong will be corrected.

Am I the only one who is sick and tired of election bullshit? My irritation does not come from lack of concern: I am tired of hearing that my viewpoint is incorrect because I am not in line with the majority of this state.

Oddly enough, the following exchange with my mother cheered me up.

Me: I had an Obama t-shirt (short sleeve, gray t-shirt) around the house, I seem to have misplaced. Have you seen it?

Mum: I haven’t seen an Obama shirt, unless it’s the one I burned in the backyard yesterday?

1. The ex-Mormon blogger gathering last weekend was super awesome. I felt self-conscious for a second upon walking into a complete stranger’s house and realizing that I didn’t know a single soul, but that feeling passed as quickly as it started. By the time I had to leave I felt like we were old friends. Everyone was super kind and it felt great to be surrounded by like minded people.
2. This week has been the best fucking week EVER!
3. I went to see David Sedaris. I love going to his readings. If you haven’t seen this quote from his piece in the New Yorker about undecided voters in the election, here it is:
   
   To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”

   To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
   

4. I met an incredible man. There is a lot I want to say about him, but I am keeping my mushy feelings on lockdown.
5. My sister and niece have returned from a two week trip. I missed the hell out of them. Bubbie has grown so much over two weeks and says my name so clearly now. One of my favorite stories from their trip was her walking up to some noisy dogs and saying, “HUSH! Quiet. No barking, sassy pants!” We are totally related.
6. Upon my sister’s return she had many questions about my new boyfriend…my favorite two being: ?a) Are you sure he’s not crazy? (Definitely not crazy.)?b) Does he play with dolls? (Thank god, no!)
7. This weekend I’m going to hang out with my adoptive family, do a stupid amount of studying and paper writing, go dancing, try and find something to wear to a wedding next weekend, and sleep in really late on Sunday. What are y’all up to?