More Good

Posted under Being RSG, Everyday ramble, Family, Friends, GLBTQ issues, Ginger by Recovering Straight Girl

Congratulations to everyone who became Domestically Partnered yesterday! Special wishes go out to my good friends, LeLo and AdRi! We are looking forward to celebrating with you very soon. . .

HG and I are waiting just a little while to register, not because we’re afraid of our rights being taken away, but because of HG’s work schedule. It will be great, I may even skip class that day.

Last night was a celebration that we were unable to attend, which was a bummer, but motherhood occasionally stands in the way of certain things I would like to do. Yesterday motherhood included a basketball game for DD#1, and my taking DD#2 and #3 to see the Hannah Montana movie.

What genius thought of that?

So not only does the girl sell out coliseum sized venues for upwards of $1000.00 a ticket, she then releases a 3D movie of the concert, charging $15.00 bucks a pop that only runs for a week and sells out every show. Pure marketing genius. I wish one of my kids was talented enough to exploit that way.

With the capitalistic, sarcastic comments out of the way, I will say this:

I was very pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed the show. The Hannah Montana part was good; the Miley Cyrus part was truly amazing. DD#1 pointed out to me, “Mommy, they’re the same person.” I realize this, but the music was different and her persona was very different. Miley’s music was edgy, rocky, interesting to listen to, her dancing was fab, and she had a little bit of sexiness that was not ewww, she’s a teenager and she’s being sexy (like Brittney at her age.) It was feminine and expressive with just a little something mixed in; a girl beginning to realize that she is in fact a sexual being. I may even download a few of the Miley songs that we don’t already have and burn a CD for my ride to school (a frightening concept for someone who was trying to figure out a way to not go to the show!) I think the young lady will do well–assuming she doesn’t get herself knocked up in the next few years. (That was sexist, she can’t get herself knocked up, some guy will have to participate, him being just as responsible.) Let’s just hope that doesn’t happen, for the guy’s sake for sure; that Billy Ray is kind of a big guy.

Ginger gets her tube out of her butt, and the cone off of her head today. This is a very good thing, as we are all pretty tired of her incessant whining. I do realize that she is probably uncomfortable, but we haven’t had any sleep for three nights, she can’t go outside by herself, she can’t sniff to go potty (the cone is in the way of her sniffing,) and she has to be carried up and down the stairs. It’s actually quite, quite pathetic. I’ll be happy when our fab lesbian vet gives us the thumbs up that she is fixed.

Our other dog, Abby, not so much.

Yesterday I talked to a trainer who will come to the house and do some “dog whisperer” type training with her. They guarantee their training for the life of the dog, which may not be very long if Abby continues to eat entire bottles of Xanex, nail polish, the girl’s stuffed animals, and HG’s toothbrushes. Frankly, we’re tired of buying toothbrushes and I really don’t think that my doctor is going to re-fill my prescription if I use the “really, my dog ate my Xanex” excuse. Uh huh. Sure.

The next step is convincing HG that this training is worth it; but I guess that will depend on what our toothbrush budget is next month.

Well, cheers everyone. I have about twenty five writing assignments to complete between my school and my freelance writing job, all that need started (hopefully completed) before a meeting I have today downtown.

May the Good keep on coming!