Sarah = Super

We were sitting next to each other (as we usually do) last Sunday at church, when Sarah said, "I really am a bad person."

I totally disagree.

Let me set up her comment.

She has just commented on the awkwardness of an extremely tall transgendered woman. Sarah actually said, "So and So seems awkward as a man and as a woman."

To me it was a simple observation, not a mean spirited comment. Then it led to me to realize the need to write a post about this amazing person.

Despite all the crude and blunt comments Sarah makes, they're truly all truth based with a splash of sass.

I've been thinking deeply about her spirit too. Sarah has a huge heart and true compassion for other people. (Sarah if you are reading this, stop laughing NOW!) For a 21-year old, she's not all over the place like other people her age.

But back to her spirit. Free spirited, fun loving, and carefree seems to accurately describe her being, and then some more. She's really helped me look at the world differently. I think it's her respect and attitude that she can learn things from all types of people...that really influences me. At least it gets me to thinking too.

And of course, she's always good for a "Sarah Says" or two.

"W"

And the Winner is...

After being one of maybe 6 people in America who watched the Oscars, I think I'll give out a special award of my own.

Drumroll please...

"J"!

A few weeks back, I told you how J won "*****-er of the Year" at his place of employment. Last week was the deadline to enter the district wide contest. J declined. He said he didn't have time and probably didn't have the credentials to win. Sure he's being modest...very modest.

However, he gets the Save the Day award for something he did over the weekend. Sunday at church during the first service, the choir was singing and all of a sudden, the CD skipped. He looks over at the tech people and says play Track Three. The choir picks right back up, and it skips again. So he grabs his music sheets, counts the choir off, and sits down at the piano and plays it himself to finish the song. Appropriately named..."He's Watching Over Me".

Second service....SAME THING! Same spot...same save the day actions from J.

What's most impressive...since they choir was singing with a track, J doesn't play through the songs on the piano. He only will play parts during rehearsal...to give each section their note(s)...so he was pretty much sight reading his way through. He can't play by ear either, so he wasn't fudging along. I proudly stood and clapped after each song.

It's not easy being a choir director's wife ;-)

Smooches
"W"

TOMORROW: A post about Sarah, without any Sarah Says!

Vocabulary Lesson

In the last year or so, Oprah introduced some of us to the term Vah JJ...as in vagina. Not that I want to hear the big O talking about her woman parts, but it's an h-i-larious term.

This weekend, I learned a twist on the O word. If mangina is the male equivalent to vagina, then certainly mah J J is equal to vah JJ.

I can already tell my friend Dean (of Bangkok fame) is having a conniption fit that I'm talking about hoo-hah's. Not really, but it reminded me of an email I got after blogging about Lindsay Lohan's hoohah a year ago.

Speaking of hoo-hah's...it's also a term used by some at church for the praise and worship team...hoo-hah singer's....not in reference to genitals...but in like it's a big deal. My coffee shop owner friend also calls them the hootenanny singers.

On with the vocab lesson...

shut 'er down - Verb - meaning to shut up...it's the gay equivalent to that Cable Guy 'comic'... to be said like git 'er done.

I peed a little - Verbage - as in "I was so scared by that drag queen, I peed a little." or "I can't believe I bought that shirt for $228, when I bought it I peed a little."

janky - adjective - Did you see that wrestling outfit Ricky made a few weeks ago on Project Runway. It looked kinda janky.

Enjoy!

Touch

For those of you with weak stomachs...read no further.

I keep telling you how wonderful a man "J" is...how he's so sweet and kind...how I'm the luckiest man on earth because he's in my life...

All that is true.

When he holds my hand...touches my back...or reaches out to cuddle with me...I get a sensation that I cannot fully describe. It's a warm feeling of comfort, of excitement, of a tingle that runs all over me.

I don't smile often, but when J puts a hand anywhere on my body, I can't help to grin from ear to ear.

I never realized the power of touch could be so strong.

Taxing Week

With a couple inches of ice on the ground here, it's been a week of slipping and sliding. Thank goodness I never lost power, when about 12,000 other people in the county did. It's supposed to be up to 48, so I'm hoping all this crap will melt away. Goodbye Winter Storm 08!

It's Valentine's Day, so I'm planning on slipping up (no pun intended) to the Big City after work to surprise J. He has choir practice tonight, so I'm going to put a card on under his wiper blade, and then head on to the house. I'm calling in sick tomorrow, because I am sick and tired of working hard all week...plus I do feel a little run down.

Last night, I finished my taxes at Gal Pal's house. We always buy Turbo Tax together and split the cost. I'm confused, because this year I only get $38 back in state taxes, when I usually get around 200 or so. What's dissappointing, is that last year I used my federal return to buy my plane ticket to Bangkok. This year, I don't have a fun trip planned :-(

Sarah and I went to Bangkok together, and we joked at immigration that we'd never make it on the Amazing Race, because it took us forever to get through the line. Of course you don't see the teams waiting in line at customs or immigration, since it's boring stuff.

Well last night, I had another weird dream...that Sarah and I were on the Amazing Race...we were parachuting out of a plane and landed in Pakistan. No other teams were around. And this morning looking back, I don't recall any camera crews either. That should have been my first indictation. We were running through an airport, and I saw two friends from high school, but it didn't occur to me it's weird to see two white women from Kentucky in a Pakistani airport. So Sarah and I are running and running and get on a plane to Rio de Janero, and they give us seats in business class, but you can't get business class seats on TAR...so it was a big mess. Even more strange...Sarah never talked in my dream. We never made it to Rio, because the plane never took off...the pilot couldn't figure out which runway to use, so we were just driving on the ground around some city in Pakistan.

Not sure what that means.

Happy Valentine's to all...

"W"

Seven

It's a lucky number...and the total miles I ran Saturday!!!

It was definitely a make or break weekend. If I didn't complete seven miles, then my training schedule for the half marathon in early April would be thrown way off. The weather was perfect then...50's...a little breeze...and I was in the zone. My feet did go numb (as they do sometimes) after mile four...but I kept on and did my last three. I'm not sure what causes that.

Saturday night I was a little restless in bed (not that kind of restless perverts...that was earlier in the day). J told me I kept twitching and my legs kept shaking. I had no idea. It kept him up most of the night. I felt so bad. I told him next time to wake me up and I'd go in the guest room to sleep. Apparently I didn't have enough potassium after my run, and that causes the shakes.

Sunday night was a different story...sort of. I was sleeping fine and remember dreaming I was in a lazy river type place like you see at water parks. I'm not sure if you recall my fish phobia...but I'm anti-fish...they scare me. All of a sudden, several fish started swimming toward me and I was panicking!!! Then I saw a large yellow/white snake like fish coming at me fast, so I tried to jump out of the water and started screaming....I WOKE MYSELF UP SCREAMING AND JUMPING UP!!! Of course it woke J up too. I just said "ooh...i had a bad dream...i'm sorry to wake you.' He shushed me and cuddled up to me to spoon and said 'it'll be ok'...just go to sleep. And I did...all comforted in his embrace.

Well that didn't last long...I was too afraid to go back to sleep...and didn't rest much the rest of the night.

Today I emailed J the dream I had and he laughed and laughed in front of one of his classes.

BTW...it was 50 Saturday...18 Sunday...and now there's a few inches of ice and sleet and freezing rain on the ground. AWFUL! The whole town is shut down.

"W"

Random $#!+

Overtime isn't that bad. I saw an extra $50 in my paycheck this week!

I can't believe we don't have obvious candidates on either side for president.

I bought new running shoes to replace the TWO YEAR old pair.

Special K Cinnamon Walnut cereal is good but not great.

I watched more of the European National Figure Skating Championship Sunday night than I did the Super Bowl. ***Men with great tight asses in tight pants versus men in spandex capris sticking their hands between each others legs and piling up on top of each other.

Here's a gratuitous shot of hot tennis star Nole Djokovic.

The Shirt Off My Back

This past weekend marked "J"'s birthday extravaganza!

Friday evening he cooked dinner for us, after I drove for two hours to see him.

Saturday morning we ran errands and I ran 3 of my 7 miles.

The extravaganza part began when we met up with some friends to go to a new casino in the Big City. I'm a slot guy. Penny slots preferrably. "J" enjoys the quarter or dollar slots...a bit much for me. After spending my alloted 40 bucks in about 10 minutes, I watched everyone else lose their money. J dropped about 200. We hit the tasty buffet before...I ate way too much...but that's the point of a buffet.

Sunday after church, J had meetings, so I went shopping for his bday gift. I picked up some plain white briefs at Nordstrom, and a shirt.

Let me just say it's the most I've ever spent on an article of clothing. More than I've spent on any suit too. It's gorgeous and worth every penny.

I also picked up an oreo blizzard bday cake...capping off a simple but great bday weekend.

"W"

Twas the Night Before Super Tuesday

I'm already election-ed out, and the best is yet to come.

After church Sunday, I enjoyed lunch and a discussion with some 20-somethings about politics, their candidate of choice, and why they support their man (or woman).

I found it interesting most of the females were Barak supporters, while most of the men liked Hillary.

I voted for Bill in my first eligible voting outing back in 96, and I plan to support his spouse tomorrow. Her experience and ideas for healthcare and the economy are the main reasons. I like Obama, but I don't think a half term as a senator is enough time to develop a presence nationally and internationally. We really need a strong leader with great foreign policy initiatives, since the rest of the world pretty much hates us right now.

My biggest fear is that there are so many choices, most people will just say "As long as it's not Bush, I don't care." I've already expressed my concern about America not ready or willing to elect a black or woman as president. You read it here first...I'm thinking our next President will be John McCain. Not a terrible thing, but not my candidate of choice.

Whatever your choice may be...go vote...and take part in Super Tuesday!

Later,
"W"