Obama's No Friend of the Gays
Or at least that's what just about every gay blog I've been reading (and Rush Limbaugh too
!) has to say about it. I've got to admit that things aren't looking so hot from where I stand.
You might remember that I said when I saw Obama speak in Houston that I had this concern that he was speaking like the high school class president candidate and promising no school on Fridays--a lot of hope-filled promises without a whole lot of plans. Let's hope that's not where this thing continues to go.
On a departing note, I have a question: What's worse, an job interview where the candidate has a gold tooth or one where the candidate is missing a tooth?
The good news--I'm posting after an almost two week absence. The bad news--it's not going to be much. My online activities are almost non-existent
these days save emails and random blog reading. I have just been spending so much time on the computer at work that I haven't really had the desire to get online at home, which means no blog updates, no facebook
, etc. It happens I guess.
I've been really emotional lately. I don't think this is connected to turning 30, but maybe I'm wrong. I've read a few entries on a few of the personal blogs I read (as opposed to the political ones I guess) and seriously, the littlest thing gets me all choked up. What's that about?
I'm having the last of my birthday parties this weekend (this is for the people that didn't get to go to Vegas with us). It's a karaoke party, and I'm somewhat afraid someone is going to steal the mic and do/say something super sappy. I'm sure I'm not going to end up boo hooing
or anything, but it is in the back of my mind that I might have a big lump in my throat. Probably I'm just being silly.
I guess that's it. More updates to come when I'm not feeling all weirdly emotional...
I'm Not That Old...Yet
Turning 30 still hasn't sunk in yet, I don't think. Really, I'm pretty sure I'm saying that because no one has actually asked me how old I am since my birthday. Once I have to start telling people how that I'm 30 it might actually sink in.
But, remember a while back when I said that I still felt like I was closer in age to someone in college (or right out of college) than a 30 year old? That still holds true. I just have trouble admitting that I'm a full fledged adult, in spite of all the signs pointing that direction (a house, a husband, 2 cars, a dog, a career, savings, a 401K, etc. etc.).
Mayble I'll hold off freaking out until someone tells me I "look good for my age." Maybe I'll get lucky and won't freak out at all. I mean, I've always thought turning any age througout my life sounded too old for me, basically since college, and I've made it this far without any big life crisis, so I can probably make it a bit further until I have to start having doctors and medicine uphold my appearance (on that note, I guess I'm lucky that I've never had that baby-faced look since I don't have to worry about losing that).
Sorry for the mindless ramblings...turning 30 will do that. I would like to say, though, that when I got on the elevator this morning, an older man called me chief, so maybe I'm not that old afterall. Oh, and I got carded in Vegas. There's still hope (or perhaps they were both being nice).