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Unix, Music, Politics
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World's most confused Jew
Leaning to the Right
My Life in Blue
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Sights: The Princess Bride,
Gross Pointe Blank, Monty Python, Say Anything
Sounds: Caedmon's Call, Waterdeep, Jump, Little Children, Peter Gabriel, The Flaming Lips,
Neutral Milk Hotel, Old Blind Dogs, The Jeff Greer Band, Jars of Clay, Jason Mraz, Maroon 5,
Seven Nations, Dog's Eye View, Legendary Pink Dots, the Gin Blossoms, Del Amitri, and tons and tons more...
Authors: C.S. Lewis, Melanie Rawn, Douglas Adams, Chuck Palahniuk, Patricia Wrede, John Steinbeck,
and Stephen Lawhead is rapidly climbing the list...
Interests: Music, reading, writing, singing, and generally being far too solitary for my own
Favorite old romance movie: Breakfast At Tiffany's
Favorite smells: Rain, dirt, snow, fresh-cut grass, baby shampoo, mint, garlic, rosemary, basil... pretty much all herbs, and my boyfriend
Favorite holiday: Canada Day
If I was an animal, I'd be a: Penguin. Or kakapo. Some kind of flightless bird.
Marital status: Duh. Spoken for.
I PROUDLY SUPPORT ISRAEL
Friday, July 11, 2003
And now for something completely different
What do you call a moose that nobody knows?
A nony moose
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
"Awww, ain't that sweet, cheif?" "Yeah, those two longshoremen found love."
I love my penguin. He is hot even when he's scruffy, and when he yawns, he reminds me of a ferret, in a good way. And even though he likes the car AC on full blast, he'll still snuggle with me when I get too cold. He doesn't BS anyone, and he doesn't feel the need to tip-toe around me or treat me like a delicate, easily offended lady, but he always treats me like a princess. He's honest, he's genuine, and he's not afraid of commiting to each other, yet still being ourselves as individuals. And even though we're soul mates, he doesn't feel the need to be attached at the hip, and he's not at all scared or worried of me leaving him, not because I'm not special, but because he trusts me, and he knows me completely - and he knows that he knows me. And there's a million other reasons that I could spend all day naming, and even then I'd still be forgetting a million more. And I really don't feel the need to flash him in front of anyone. And I don't need to brag or be proud, I'm just lucky and happy. And it's really weird, because all my life I've known what love was, but I always thought it would be this rushing, fantastic thing... but it's not. It's quiet. It's solid. It's this little ember you keep in the bottom of your chest, that you blow on every day and keep alive and hot after the bonfire has died down. It looks so small... but when you put your hand to it, you know it can still burn. And even though it's just a pretty little thing, you know it's the one thing that's keeping you warm when the power heating has been cut off. And I don't know, I'm rambling, I'm so happy I could cry. Because I never knew being in love was like this, and I'm endlessly amazed at the wonderful ways life surprises me.
And sometimes I still wonder if I've got this whole thing wrong, that this isn't really love or that this isn't the man I'll spend the rest of my life with. And either way, I don't care. I hope I live a long life with him, and I know we won't always be happy or contented with our lot in life, but I know I'll do anything to fix any problems that may come our way. But even if I don't... just learning so much about myself and love and life and growing up and staying the same and change and everything, it's worth it. It's so worth it. 'Cause no matter what happens... I am so happy.