It's Time

This amazing video moved me to tears please watch and share with your friends and family. 

Thank you,

Tempest

Black Holes, Or Conversations with My Wife

So we were watching a program on the apocalypse and black holes tonight.  Our very academic discussion of the subject matter strayed to what would happen if you went through a black hole.  The exchange went something like this:

Me, "Do you know what I would find, if I fell through a black hole?"

Her, in an almost inaudible voice, "Someone you know."

Witty that wife of mine.

First Pieces of Flamingo Fiestaware Purchased!

Just updating everyone on my special purchase this morning.  The good people  at Homer Laughlin sent me and email first thing today making me aware that I could pre-order a set of Fiestaware pyramid candlestick holders in the new flamingo color.  Oh, to make me want it even more they are "limited edition."  For about half a second I considered not purchasing the blasted things, but I cracked rather quickly and dragged out the visa card.  Of course they are not releasing the new color until mid-June (not mid-May as I had thought), so now I wait.  But it goes without saying, I WANT THEM NOW!

Standing on My Rainbow Colored Soap Box

This is what same sex marriage will look like

Yesterday I cried.  I cried tears of hope and yearning, pent up tears of frustration and un vented anger,  tears that tasted like salt when they rolled onto my lips, and tears for all of us who want the right to be legally married to our life mates.  Yes my friends it is that soap box again, the soap box for same sex marriage.  Or to put it more plainly, MY right to marry the woman I have built a life with for the last 25 years.  We have the license from Iowa (http://tempestinapot.blogspot.com/2011/03/lucky-in-iowa-or-how-i-got-married.html) and now we want it honored.  We want to know that our right to build a life together will not be stripped away by the whims of bigots and religious zealots.  We want the respect and legality of the law.  I know I am sounding very militant here, but this issue directly impacts my life and my future.  I think I am justified in asking for the equality our constitution professes. 

This is what same sex marriage looks like

I ask you and I am very serious when I say it.  How do two over-weight, middle age, lesbians, shift the axis of the poles destroying the world as we know it?  Is it by continuing to live together, going to work, paying taxes, and trying to get by like everyone else, is that what causes the polar caps to melt and the Mayan predictions of global apocalypse to come true?  I just do not understand how two people loving each other can cause such chaos.  I ask again my friends, when you discuss same-sex marriage just remember Natalie and I are who you are talking about.  We are the ones being discriminated against, we are the faces you know, the ones who want the right to be married under the laws of our country.  And you might want to look around, because there are other faces you may know also looking at our government with tears of hope in their eyes. 

This is what same sex marriage looks like

Prom Pics-Apolozza

Best Prom Date, Crawford Co. R-1, 1983, Date Randy Paul

As I have mentioned I have been going through some old photos and cherry picking through them to give my friends the choices berries from the collection.  This week my theme was prom pictures.  During my sad high school experiences I went to 4 proms.  Honestly, proms are such an over hyped events that end with drunkenness, regrets, and embarrassing memories, I wonder why we put ourselves though the ordeal.  Anyway, I felt the need to share the agony of style choices gone wrong and smiles that are in many ways as painted on as the mascara.

Prom Crawford County R-1, 1984, Jamie King

Only one of my prom dates was an actual, I love this guy, boyfriend.  The tragedy of this prom was my mom decided I should wear a hoop skirt.  I being a creature of very little grace, should never wear a hoop.  One prom was enough to convince me that hoop skirts be left in the sepia tones of nineteenth century photographs.  We (mom and I ) also decided on an up do with a high collar on the dress that she had made.  So what I end up with is a great and well dressed prom date, and a miserable photo of myself. 

Prom Crawford County R-1, 1982, Mike Nye

My senior year I went with a friend and cut the collar of the dress I had worn the previous year.  Okay photo missing the truly great date, but I do look better.  Oh well, such was high school it is not  a wonder I would never go back even if you paid me.  I hope you enjoy the photos, and it inspires you to dig out your own prom photos and share them with your friends.  After all we all do love to laugh, even if it is at our own teenage self.

Prom Sullivan High School, 1982, Terry Mills