If the maître d’ mistakes you for someone famous, there’s no rush to correct him.

Portugal, which is about 90% Catholic, joins the Netherlands, Belgium, Spain, Norway and Sweden to legalize gay marriage in Europe

I'm stupid obsessed with this song.
 

gawds....I still cant get over martin sheens.....or charlies real names..:freak:
Martin Sheen = Ramón Antonio Gerard Estévez
Charlie Sheen = Carlos Irwin Estévez
Charlie is a 2nd generation Spaniard-American...Martin's a first.
The family is Spanish-Irish american.
So yeah, whenever Charlie talks spanish with an exaggerated american accent i almost always say "oh get fucked, u know damn well how to say it"
Emilio spoke it Perfectly in "Another Stakeout" when he said to Richard Dreyfuss "Cuidado...Pendejo!!" :giggle: {an awesome Sequal movie...one of the few I'll happily sit and watch...A lot...rosie O'Donells in it, but she's fucking Annoying}
He can't say he wasn't raised speaking spanish cuz even Paula Abdul described how they all communicated and she felt like an Outsider.
At least Emilio stayed true to his name {and their other 2 sibs}...That and Emilio is actually the Elder sib*Another mind boggler, but then..Logic will explain it ....lotsa booze, risky sex, drugs, sunshine....makes ya look Older*...
They're definitely Catholic {I'm still trying to find Any information on Emilio's project called "The Way"}


:duct:
Epic Random

on a dare, but not quite the place
 

im trying to see How I can fix my bedroom to look like a cross between my core Faith....My Boricua Pride....and MadHatter...already got a replica "Hat" on Amazon wishlist, and I saw a Garabato I really like...
baby steps..:deepthoughts:

"He learned that the world is like an enormous spider web and if you touch it, however lightly, at any point, the vibration ripples to the remotest perimeter and the drowsy spider feels the tingle and is drowsy no more but springs out to fling the gossamer coils about you who have touched the web and then inject the black, numbing poison under your hide."

- Robert Penn Warren, All the King's Men

http://blog.fleetowner.com/trucks_at...10/02/web1.jpg

A NOISELESS, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

- Walt Whitman

While staring through the silent Black in my bedroom...
I pondered briefly..
Where does one turn, when Reality is painful & wretched...?
And yet, when one escapes into the world of Dreams, it's just as bad.
Bad when awake, bad when asleep
Distracted whilst walking down the Street, risking avoidable accidents.
Books can be insightful, but pointless when the Mind wanders.
Music is Moot when a Headache looms.
Silence is out of the Question.
Long baths only make one Drowsy, which...falls into the Dream shit again.
I need a thwack in my head with a chilled aluminum bat...maybe a concussion-induced blackout would work :fallenangel:
I need sleep. Bah
:vigil:

My ex and I had custody of her brother for almost the entirety of our relationship. He looked outwardly like he had no problems. He is deaf and developmentally disabled. When he came to live with us he was 14 my and my youngest was four. They played together. As they each got older they were insperable and played. Really. Played. That is developmentally where his head was at. He could barely read and struggled scholastically. He improved tremendously in when he went to a specialized school for the deaf.

In our home it didn't seem strange. It sure did to everyone else at Chuck E Cheese. He was laughing and happy and playing. But because at the time he was 16 - people saw him as a freak. It was with childlike innocence, a happiness to just be with his bff at Chuck E Cheese. I overheard someone say "he must be retarded." O-M-G!

Those two get each other - still do actually. Before her, there was his nephew who was only a couple years younger. He had moved on already to girls, clothes and music. He may never get there.

How people percieve someone with special needs lies in the willingness to understand. Instead of calling him a retard, if that person at Chuck E Cheese had tried to speak to him they would have immediately known he was deaf - had they spent some time with him they would have understood that he was a little boy in a big boy body. Not stupid, not slow, not retarded, not a freak - just there instead of here.

I found that people would have this look of knowing sympathy when they found out he was deaf - as if that was so sad. That didn't limit him. He could read lips and sign. It wasn't enough to assume that they knew what is going on just because they knew someone else who is deaf. He was deaf with lots of other issues that not all deaf people have that DID actually limit him in many ways.

He would cry because people didn't like him. He would destroy things out of frustration and sadness. He didn't understand the world the same way as I understood the world. He didn't have complicated enough vocabulary or sophisticated ability to communicate with the majority of the world.

Being special needs he was spared alot of the realness of world by not being out in as much as others. Both by the people who loved him and through is own blissful ignorance. As he got older and the adult interactions became more common - so did the snide remarks and misunderstandings. The world is not always a friendly place. People do not always understand even when they think they do.

He is about to graduate from high school. It's a very big deal. He took classes to become a carpenter, something that he is actually very good at. He and my daughter are video game fanatics that is all they want to do, they talk on the phone, play facebook games and spend lots of time looking up video game cheats. It's just where they're both at...I'm really glad they have each other.

I must study. I must study. I must study.

I'm off to study

A backwards Tuesday perhaps?
 

I went to the Campus LGBTQ center today, since they have a wide variety of Interesting books {Including The Femme Mystique, Queer Blues, Stone Butch Blues, Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold}
I bumped into a curious Book called
http://www.adlbooks.com/images/product/1555838936F.jpg
Having had enough of it to last Me beyond the aftermath of a Nuclear Holocaust...
I signed my name to take it Home for 4 days.
My Mistake was going to the Library so I can read it peacefully...
From the get-go?
You'd swear I sucked in laughing gas...
the More I read, the harder it was to Quash my laughter and subdue it to small snickering...
And I realized {by the time the Author reached Gertrude Stein & Anne Heche} the content hilarious cuz it's sickeningly True....
I am soooo Buying this book...
:glasses: :seesaw:
:aslpeacelove:

Learn to pronounce French words correctly. Oui?

Cue the music and requisite sob
 

William "Rocket Man" Shatner
 

I attempted to seduce my butch to this song...

It didn't work.. she couldn't stop laughing..

I wanted to post this for all the people on the planet who have lost a loved one the past couple days.
Also for those who are facing loosing someone very soon.

~*~ Spirit Dancer and family ~*~
~*~ MissItalianDiva and family ~*~
~*~ Myself and family ~*~



The posts for these are on the " Light a candle" thread

I'm having a bit of troubles today - first it was homework, then it was the car, now it's the fact that I forgot that Katzie was already one of my friends which largely points to the fact that I'm having one of those "days."

*cough*

I came back to post a quote that I think is totally amazing.

I've saved it for years in my diary of quotes.

It's from Rachel Carson's (1956) book, The Sense of Wonder:


"If I had the influence with the Good Fairy who is supposed to preside over
the christening of all the children; I should ask that her gift to each child
be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life,
as an unfailing antidote against boredom and disenchantments of later
years, the sterile preoccupation with things that are artificial, the alienation
from the source of our strength."

Apparently, I did not write down the page number. I must have been having one of those days back then, too! *Imagine that*

Expect the seat in front of you to recline. Prepare accordingly.

http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/...1175273222.jpg
:giggle::giggle::giggle::giggle:

For Pinkie