Disclaimer: The following post reflects my views on a certain political and social issue. I understand that not everyone will agree with me. Feel free to comment but know that excessively nasty comments will be deleted.
This makes me so sad. I have said many times that I would rather live anywhere but Tennessee but that article truly makes me ashamed to live here. The fact that the staff at the theme park actually asked a a patron to turn their shirt inside out because the theme park is “family oriented,” makes me angry on so many different levels. First of all, it is a slap in the face to the First Amendment right of free speech. The shirt did not proclaim anything obscene or explicitly vulgar, the shirt only read, “marriage is so gay.” The First Amendment allows for all kinds of people to voice their political opinions, T-shirt slogans are no exception. The other bone of contention I have is that Dollywood seems to think that their park administration is at liberty to define the word family. The park employee who informed the ladies of the dress code within the park seemed to imply that because they were gay that somehow left them out of the definition of family, so to be completely fair I will mention that the women in question were not asked to leave. Personally though I am reminded of the Jim Crow laws, or if you want to go even further back in history the laws which forbade the peasantry to wear clothing dyed a certain shade for no other reason than the nobility decided that they should not be allowed to.It is ironic and perhaps timely that so soon after New York legalized gay marriage I’m reminded just how far Tennessee still has to go.
all men are created equal, even those you don’t agree with or approval of personally.
I was introduced to the Dave Matthews Band when I was in high school. Since that introduction I have continued to listen to the artist’s music even though I admittedly can’t tell you which song comes from which album. As sometimes happens, I was originally introduced to the music through a friend of mine who I swear carried a guitar with him pretty much all the time. The song I remember the best was “Crash Into Me,” the lyrics of which I will refrain from posting just in case someone reading this finds them just a little bit beyond risqué.I remember listening to it on the radio and like most people I got some of the words wrong, so because I knew Chad knew the song well enough to get the lyrics right I asked him to play it for me. Suffice it to say that I very quickly recognized where my mistakes had been and was quite red in the face as a result. After graduation we all scattered, and promises that were meant to be kept were forgotten on all sides. In spite of all this every time I hear that song I think of Chad and the teasing I got for blushing at the lyrics. He is all the way in California now on I’m still in Tennessee but I have found that in spite of the distance he is a better friend to me than many we know who still live here. For better or worse we are not the people we were in high school but because of that song I’m a better person than I would have been.
When I set out to write this post originally the topic was on a completely different subject. However before I had even written the first paragraph something changed. I began talking to a friend of mine who I’ve known since high school, to say that neither one of us is where we thought we’d be at this point in our lives is an understatement. I remember when we were in high school, we all swore to keep in touch no matter what life threw at us. I am sad to admit that I’m just as guilty of not keeping that promise as anyone else. I am sadder still to say how many friends I believed would be there to the end turned out to be nothing more than fair weather friends. Some of us had a rough way to go after graduation and as I watched people turn their backs on the people they had promised to stand behind I grieved. These were not the people I believed them to be. I wish I had known then what I know now. If nothing else I wish I had known enough to try and shoulder some of the pain. I know now that true friends abandon you just because being a friend becomes difficult. A true friend does not condemn you for falling into a pit of your own making but instead lends a hand to help you out of the pit and stays there for as long as you scratch, claw, and fight your way out. A true friend is there to clasp your hand and pull you out of the dark, to stand linking with you at the light of day. I did all I could in high school but that was precious little indeed. I hope now, being older and knowing things I didn’t know before I may become a better friend, one who will face a darkness that is not their own with an outstretched hand knowing that somewhere within the darkness there is a friend.
The above statement can be found in the prompt section of the web site for National Blog Posting Month. In case anyone is interested they publish a new prompt every day Monday through Friday. This happens to be the prompt for Wednesday. The first thing I do every morning is probably something a lot of people do, I pet my dog. Every morning Gideon places his front paws on my mattress and pops his head up over the edge like a jack in the box, always with a smile on his face. This is not the part of my routine that I would wish changed, it’s everything after that. I can’t just get up and get on with my day, instead I must tolerate the necessity of someone first pulling me into a sitting position and then transferring me my electric wheelchair, not to mention the indignity of being dressed like a dull, though thankfully I can choose my own clothing.If I wished to change the piece of furniture on which I’m sitting I must once again be physically lifted out of my wheelchair and to the desired piece of furniture. The whole thing becomes very exasperating to everyone involved very quickly so I usually stay in my wheelchair most of the time. Even in the short time I have had himI have learned to appreciate Gideon and his happy Jack in the box routine every morning very much. It is by far the best part of my day.
I know I am long overdue to post an update, better late than never and I hope anyone reading this will forgive me. I am now the owner of a purebred golden retriever who can trace his family tree at least as far back as I can.I have never had a purebred dog before I got him, believe it or not, it is quite an adjustment. The other thing that initially threw me for a loop it is the fact that the puppy is male. I had originally requested a female but fate decided to change my plans for me. So now I have Gideon, a 3 1/2 month old Golden who may very well be the smartest puppy I have ever met. I’m still adjusting to the fact that he is my dog. My mom does do things like take them outside for bathroom breaks, feed him, and cleanup the remarkably occasional accident. But Gideon is definitely my dog. I make sure that his vet appointments are kept and that everything he needs is paid for. I remind people to put his food and water down and pick it back up so the cat does not try and eat the puppy Chow which apparently cats like. The longer he is with me the more I am reminded of how much puppies and children are alike. Keeping up with him is insane at times but I think the trade-off of watching him learn and grow into his awesome potential is well worth it. Disclaimer: the Golden retriever in this picture is not Gideon.