….and if it doesn’t rain soon I’m gonna hurt somebody.
Having fibromyalgia sucks and I ain’t feelin pretty anything except miserable.
Today I accomplished half of nothing because I feel like shit.
Pffffft.
I’m an Obamanator August 16, 2008
Went to a meeting Wednesday for Women for Obama. It was called by the Democratic Women’s Caucus of Cuyahoga County.
What a wonderful group of women and a great way for me to focus on my participation. I’m exercising my dialing finger and getting psyched about doing Obama calls and calls for Jennifer Brady who is running for a state house seat in our near suburbs. It’s an important seat if we want to build up the Democratic presence in the State House and Senate. It’s the only way our new state Governor and administration can cut through the crap and get the job done.
Still not smoking and I’ve lost 13 pounds while eating very healthy, YAY ME!!!
Some Changes Will Be Made August 10, 2008
Day 49 of Quitting Smoking.
Do I miss it, hell no. Not only was I tired of what is what doing to my breathing, I became very tired of paying an outrageous amount for the cigarettes. Just in case I forget, I’ll write here that I know I spend in excess of $160.00 a month. How crazy is that? I’m on a frigging fixed (very low) income and I’m blowing all that money stinking up me, my house and my apartment. I hope my lungs can recover from some of the damage I’ve done and the COPD goes away.
Okay, I seriously have to lose weight. I’m a woman on a mission and truly want to drop most of this fat that I’ve loaded on. This is almost a full-time job. I’ve got my resources lined up and tomorrow I go to buy a scale. I lost over 200 lbs. 15 years ago so I can do it again.
If course It’s going to be tough dropping the weight. With my mobility problems and ripped rotater cup, on top of arthritis and fibromyalgia I have to think outside the exercise path. I’ll do it though, if I’m alive long enough to see it through.
What I Learned At Camp July 31, 2008
Last Thursday I was volunteered (by my daughter) to speak with some young people from the GLBT Center (Gay Lesbian Bi-Sexual and Transgender) Center of Cleveland.
My daughter works at the Center as the Case Manager for the Metro Youth Outreach Project, a project which does outreach to GLBT homeless kids and all kids for AIDS testing, safe sex supplies and other services the kids need. Some need food, some need shelter, some need clothes or bus passes and health care. They do their best to provide for these kids in a safe, accepting environment.
The agenda for the conversation was to talk about GLBT history in the Cleveland community, accomplishments and how to achieve them. The first adult said that all people should have self-respect (which is a good thing) and follow the rules – well no. That was the end of the agenda.
What we wound up with was a great conversation about different perspecitives such as class, race, feminism, the labor movement, AIDS, political issues and the environment and how they imipacted our life. How to work for change and stand up for our rights, how many of our rights are being eroded while we concentrate on single issues i.e. gay marriage when we may not have health care and jobs. The point was made that if the environment isn’t saved what good are rights, we won’t be here.
I was amazed at the interest the kids showed in our lives and the willingness to open up and ask for help. The sense of wonder laid at our feet and the intelligence and enthusiasm of these teens was a joy. They were rich, poor, some were homeless. They had dealt with violence and hate.
There truly is hope for the next generation if we can get them there in one piece.
I got a call from my daughter the next day. She told me that the kids loved the conversation, but the thing she was happiest about? The kids loved me and wanted me to be their mom.
Of course, she volunteered me.
Yeah, I’m Here, blah, blah, blah July 23, 2008
This would be my blog.
Isn’t it great so far? No?
I’m going to camp tomorrow night. They finally figured out how to get my flat old ass there. I get to ride with three 20 year old’s for one hour, out to the boonies, to talk about being queer in the 70’s.
I am living herstory! Yay me.
My daughter informed me that my wealth of living history knowledge will be needed by someone else soon. She can’t remember their name, but gave them my number.
The good thing is that I get to talk to teenagers, the next generation, about what ”the life” used to be like.
Everyone should be aware of the changes that have been made and the people who came before.
There is still much to be done, but there are so many wonderful things that I never thought I’d live to see, like a two day camp for queer teens.
Hello world! July 23, 2008
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