I wanna go home I wanna go home I wanna go home......damm I am still here :O(

Giving out Candy and Ass Kicking....all out of Candy

Giving Out Candy and Ass Kicking.....all out of Candy

Time Magazine recently published an article about Mary Cheney and her unborn child. It was a well written article by James C. Dobson. When I say well written I mean to describe the lack of grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. I doubt it would have any red marks if he turned it in as a high school essay (unlike my own grasp of the written word)

This being said I must blog how the article moved me errr inspired me to write a response.

Dr. Dobson argues that gay parenting has nothing to do with politics, but "what kind of family environment is best for the health and development of children, and by extension, the nation at large." Already he has a faulty argument. How can you claim gay parenting has nothing to do with politics if you feel that it will have negative effect on the children who will grow to become citizens. I imagine Dr. Dobson thinks that a gay family environment holds the seeds of self destruction, which will in turn destroy our nation at large. Obviously he views the family unit as a microcosm for America --- the proud 'melting pot' of of the world. Our we not a country that embraces differences. Perhaps the only differences we pretend to accept are ethnicity.....that's fine as long as you say so - I can play make believe with the best of them.

"Thirty years of social-science evidence indicated that children do best on every measure of well-being wen raised by their married mother and father." I love sentences that simply explain "scientific" research in convent bite size pieces.......My parents cut my meat in bite size pieces ...and here Dr. Dobson is doing the same......I want a sippy cup too please :O)

"The two most loving women in the world cannot provide a daddy for the little boy - anymore than the two most loving men can be complete role models for a little girl." I really hate these kind of arguments that like to state something obvious --- ie the child wont have a father---rather than focusing on what weaknesses that are built into gay relationships why don't we focus in on the strengths? Guess it would not help the argument that gay people are bad and unfit to be parents. Does Dr. Dobson honestly believe that if you are raised by gay parents you have no interaction with the opposite sex?

"Fact remains that gender matters- perhaps nowhere more than in regard to child rearing." Dr. Dobson, who has a PhD in child development, has one keystone in his argument...gender.....that different sexes parent children differently. I hate to remind Dr. Dobson that one of the founding fathers of his field, Erik Erikson, theorizes that it is the knowledge of having trust in your environment that allows an individual to mature and become fully realized. Not the knowledge that you know how to throw a football or paint your nails.

"Isn't there something in our hearts that tells us, intuitively, that children need a mother and father." ------ummmm maybe my heart is broken but no......but then again I am gay.....I don't have a heart...maybe I do...but its not the same as a straight persons heart. Its kind of deformed...liked the Grinche's.

"birth and adoption are the purview of married heterosexual couples" So for the safety and good of children everywhere, all the orphans who are starving in the world cant be adopted by David and Jim. That would confuse the children and tear down the moral fiber of our country....sorry kid, hope the hunger pains are not too bad, but it's for your own good. As the Soup Nazi would say "no soup for you."


"Traditional marriage is God's design for the family ans is rooted in biblical truth." If we look to the bible rather than logic to answer our modern day plights we must investigate other hot topics like slavery, the right to stone a raped woman. Consistency is the key to debating and parenting. I think Dr. Dobson would agree with me. So lets apply the same principals to all gray areas --- not just the ones that let you win the argument :O)

So lets learn from Dr. Dobson's example --- let me paraphrase a 1000 page book and apply it to all situations and walks of life:

From the book of Matthew "'For I was hungry and you gave me food. I was naked and you gave me clothing. I was sick and you took care of me and God replied, "Whatever you did for the least of my brothers... you did it to me."

Wonder now if its okay for gays to adopt, and love children and bring them into a loving family.......wish I knew the answer but I am fag so actually reading the words of scripture burn my eyes.

Tell me lies tell me sweat little lies

Tell me lies tell me sweat little lies
The sad part about working on the holidays as a traveler, is not the lack of family, lack of presents, or lack of Christmas cookies. No, the depressing thing about being a traveling nurse, who works on the holidays, are the sad looks you get form your fellow employees who want to cheer you up by saying the following -

"It must be so depressing being by yourself, all alone, with no one to share the holidays with."

"I wonder what its like not to get any presents."

"Don't you get lonely"

"You mean you have NO family out here."

"I remember when I was single. I was so lonely."

or my favorite --

"My sister is having a party. You can come if you want to. I will adopt you for the day."

This last comment was given to me by a nurse whom I have only seen once during shift change. The story continues -

"No I am serious. The thought of someone spending Christmas alone is so sad. Why don't you come with my family to my sisters. It wont be an inconvenience at all. We can always set another place. Do you like eggnog?

To which I replied

"I am Jewish."

MARRY CHRISTMAS from SAN FRAN :O)

Blue Baby

Blue Baby

Have you ever saved a babies life? How did it happen? Was it a dramatic birth where the infant ingested meocionium or was it a cardiac post-op infant who threw a clot and you just happened to catch it? My first time of saving a baby's life was no where near as dramatic but just as every bit life saving.

It was a sleepy night in the nursery. I had been floated down from the NICU to admit "well babies" into the hospital: the routine consisted of bathing babies and taking pictures for the family...or so I thought. When I arrived to the Mother Baby Unit I was greeted with "Why are you here" and "Why don't they cancel you.....our nursing aid can do your job." But I smiled and asked where I could put my lunch. The first half of the night was very uneventful. I bathed babies and took their pictures. Hardly stimulating for someone who is use to starting dopamine drips and managing high frequency oscillators. But I did my job, smiling, and telling all the parents that their baby was the cutest I had ever seen, when it happened.

A nurse rushed into the nursery with a infant in a bassinet who was totally blue.

"I think there is something wrong with my baby"

In that moment a sense of calm rushed over me when I picked up the baby and placed her under the warmer. The charge nurse rushed in asking me if I needed anything.

For the first time I was the one with the experience that was looked up to in order to call the shots. With a calm voice I started to call out orders. The nurses around me moved to my commands as we worked together to bring the infant back to life. It was a slight rush to say the least.

Soon doctors were called and the patient was transferred to the NICU. This was the day that I knew I was ready to become a practitioner I was ready for added responsibility to my job. I was ready for higher medical theory concerning the care of the medically fragile infant.

Maybe as nurses we do forget the power of our profession. Perhaps we do look for a doctor for answers. But that night, with that blue infant, I knew I was ready to not be just a nurse but a practitioner

Home

HOME

Traveling is amazing. You find out more about yourself then the places you visit, or at least that has been my experience. When I left Atlanta I thought I would never look back. I thought I would find comfort of always being the stranger in a strange city. I would be a nomad. A citizen of the world. But then I cracked. I meet people who made me long for the one thing I did not have. Stability.

When I was with Micheal I learned to warming effect of the term ..home... I loved going back to our place where there was a cooked meal and someone there to share my day with. Sadly that relationship did not work out. Meeting the needs of someone proved to difficult when I did not know my own. So I sent myself on a journey to discover what was really important to me out side of the pressures of a family, a partner, or obligations. I wanted to strike out on my own and see what make up this world we live in.

I discovered that friendships are immeasurable in their importance in my life. I discovered how much I love my job, and how important it is for me to continue my education. And I discovered that I cant wait for the opportunity to come again to find that one guy to build a family with.

If you asked me before I started traveling what the most important thing in life was I would say "fun." But now I realize that building a family around you of love and support truly makes all the craziness that we face in the world seem less important and more tolerable. Some might say that I am experiencing the 'grass is greener syndrome' but they forget that I have experienced both sides. I know the stress and sacrifice required for a intimate partnership. I have been taught the non-judgmental attitude required for a true friendship. I learned the importance of being true to yourself in knowing your own values and strength required to voice them. I can say that this year has been about self exploration and travel. Looking back, I can smile when I think about when I have been. but when I think about my future I have a since of calm. Almost that the universe is telling me that somewhere in this world is a little condo of my own, decorated with Pottery Barn and a guy who's smile can melt my heart to share it with.

Everytime I think of you I always catch my breath

It's raining in San Fran and I am lonely. I have never been homesick before so I must admit this feeling is new to me. I keep thinking of the things I wanna do soon and the thought to moving back to Atlanta and going to grad school on line does not seem like such an awful thing anymore. I miss my sisters and my parents. I miss driving around and going somewhere with out getting lost. I miss going to my friends house just to talk. Oh well ---- San Fransisco is no Baltimore ( I bet I am the only person to ever say that) and Baltimore was no Atlanta-- maybe I just got here -- and I need some more time. Oh well...I have to go to work now.

New City same Guy

New City same Guy
After three days in the car - I had finally arrived to the promise land. I had found my way to San Francisco. A rational person would take a moment to find their way to the grocery store, and bank -- get time to become acquainted with the city. A person who self reflects would take a moment to savor the change in their life. I however went out drinking. I got on the BART and went to the Castro.

When I arrived to the Castro I was greeted with several homeless people asking for money --- I am not sure if it was the smell of urine of their clothes or the odor of beer on their breath but I felt as if I had arrived at home. (at least for now)

After wondering the streets I had begin to grow very self conscious and shy. What was I dong? I had moved across country and knew no one in this city. I was about to go home with my tail between my legs when I thought to myself --- "what would Carrie do" and my answer came. I would go to bar and flirt with strange men then stumble home with my self esteem intact.

Standing in the bar I waited in line-- then someone cut in front of me. Usually this would bring out my IBWWA (inner black woman with attitude) but I thought to let it slide. I begin to scan the room when the stranger started to talk --- 'I am a history professor' he told a random. That sparked my interest. So I gave him the a quick look up and down. A blazer, loafers. pleated pants, and a leather bag that he was guarding with dear life.

"Whats up with that bag? Are you the gay Mary Poppins?

And with that cleaver conversation followed along with drinks with vodka. I had found a new friend.

His name is Justin. We had Thanksgiving together and saw Kathy Griffin.

Maybe the homeless people are a bit scary, and perhaps I am in a new time zone. But I have a feeling as long as I can share a laugh with someone I'll be ok.