It's a Sensitive Issue

Today the Supreme Court discussed the gay marriage ban also known as Proposition 8. Tomorrow they will discuss the Defense of Marriage Act. The media is going nuts about whether or not marriage is a right that should be given to the LGBT community. And the Human Rights Campaign is making sure it is advertised all over social media. This issue is very sensitive to me for two reasons 1. I am a social worker. Fighting for what is right is what I do. And if I believe something is right I will fight for it. 2. I know people who are very dear to me that are gay. With that being said I felt it was very important that I express my opinion in a safe place where no one will get offended. I believe marriage between a man and a woman is ordained of God. And that the love we can experience with another person is a beautiful gift given to us by our creator. Families are ordained of God. There is no replacement for a mother and there is no replacement for a father. And while I may disagree with someone's opinion or the choices they make, I love everyone. And I believe that it is more important for people to know how much you love them than it is for them to know that you disagree with them. We are daughters and sons of our Heavenly Father who loves us regardless of the choices we make. It makes me sad to think there are those who doubt that love or even don't know of it. So, I choose to be more like my Heavenly Father, I choose to love.

A Little Thing Called Love

The season for winter is over and the season of spring is beginning. Thank goodness I've only waited since like November! I really just can't wait for it to be summer though. And this is the story of how summer and I fell in love. You thought this was going to be about a guy? Ha! I love summer so much. I love the warm feel of the sun on my face and I love that being outside is no longer miserable. I don't get hot, or I rarely get hot. And it's beautiful, ya know? The lakes to see, the mountains to climb, the sun to enjoy. There isn't really a single bad thing about summer. Okay, maybe the bugs. I don't like bugs. Everything else is grand and I'm really excited to get to enjoy it. Besides, this is the last summer I will have to spend single...hopefully. But I mean really it probably is. And I'm going to Sea World this summer! I've never been to California so I'm very excited. And I'm going to get to do lots of swimming and lots of wake-boarding and lots of boating. I can't believe I'm saying this, me of all people, but I've missed the water! I can't wait to get back out there. I plan to do a lot with my time this summer. And I can't wait to enjoy the world God gave us!

Snow Blizzards & Pat Downs Ooo-La-La

I made my annual trip to Colorado last week. For some reason I had this intense urge to just put Mecca instead of Colorado. My Bad! Ha! Well, it was definitely not good. Sometimes I think I cause more problems than it's worth for me to be there. My biological family lives there ( in case you were like what the livestock is she talking about ). My flight landed in Denver at around 12:30 but of course my mom and her boyfriend had to be late. Which I actually was really ticked about because I really thought they were just being more inconsiderate than usual, and telling me bluffs about how bad the snow storm was. I wish they were bluffing! Denver was in like this giant anti-snow bubble because, I swear, it was the only city that wasn't experiencing massive amounts of frozen icicle crap raining from the sky. A mile outside of Denver the weather was a monstrosity. Colorado has these super weird winds where all the snow currently on the ground tends to drift to one side causing what they call snow drifts, I call them Mountains of Un-foretold Torture. Considering the story I'm about to tell my title fits better. So, we have been driving for what seems like forever, just me, my mom, and her boyfriend. Have I mentioned I'm not a huge fan of said boyfriend, because I'm not. And when I say forever I'm not too far off, we left the airport at around 1:30 it was then 6 o'clock. Usually, it takes about an hour and a half to get to my mom's from Denver. Well it's about six when suddenly (for the third time that night) the car starts to slide off the road a little. Totally not a big deal we are in a Tahoe we can recover from a little road sliding. Well we straighten ourselves out only to come crashing into one of those Mountains of Un-foretold Torture. It was sitting in the middle of the flippin' road! For real?!?!? Not cool. Well my mom's boyfriend gets out to push the car and the car decides it's not moving. So, they call a neighbor who has a 4x4 to come pull us out. So the neighbor and my brother head out on their way. They don't get there until after midnight. I've now been in a car with the only person on the planet I could come close to hating for almost 12 hours now! Surprisingly nothing terrible has happened and I haven't gone off at his pervasive jokes or stabs at my beliefs by now. I really am more amazing than I thought. Well, the neighbor can't get the car out either and at about two they decide my mom and I should go back down to the gas station we passed about 10 miles back. Thank heavens! I think I had been holding my bladder for about four hours. It took us until three to get to the gas station where we had a lovely gourmet dinner of microwave burritos and chips.But at least they had a bathroom! Oh and I did meet a lovely boy who played the guitar, he was stuck too. By five we were still at the gas station when my mom's boyfriend finally gave up getting the car out and we got a motel room for the night, not that there was any night left. It was a miserable night but by 10 the next morning the weather had settled down and it looked as if nothing wrong had ever happened. Lies! The car was frozen and couldn't move into gear so I was stuck in that little po-dunk town in the middle of nowhere the whole weekend. Well that ended badly in lots of argument and word vomit but that's a story for a completely different day. On a more pleasant, funnier note, I will never wear a buttoned shirt to the airport again. Apparently the buttons mess up the body scan which then allows you the incredible privilege of being patted down by airport security. Most awkward moment of my life, to date. At least it was a woman?

The Any-Life-Decision-is-a-Decision-to-Die Theory

Friday I submitted my application into the social work program. I was so incredibly nervous about submitting it and I'm terrified of not getting in. BUT there is nothing more I can do now. It's making me sick with worry though. Literally. I have this theory about myself; I make myself sick. Whenever I make a major life decision I always end up violently ill later that week. First example, moving in with my "sister", M. Two days later: violently ill and throwing up. She was a blessing and took care of me. Second example, moving to college. Two days later: violently ill and throwing up. And now for the point of me telling you this and the third example, turning in my social work application. Two days later: violently ill and throwing up. See? So not only do I get to be nervous about getting accepted or not, I COULD HAVE DIED! Okay, I admit that is a little dramatic, but it was dreadful and I wished multiple times that night that I was dead instead of going through that writhing pain. I don't know why it happens it just always does. Kaitlin made fun of me and said it's going to be great when I spend my wedding night lying next to the toilet instead of my husband. DEATH. If that happens, I swear, I will kill someone. Maybe I just need to learn to relax? Maybe, just maybe, my getting ill on these days was just random? Probably not. Why? Why do I do these things to myself? Even unconsciously I give myself a hard time. Sigh. I will never learn.