… except for maybe Little Joe Stuermer and Rhodes’ brother Noah.
Happy Birthday, Rhodes
Happy birthday to one of the most beautiful little boys on this planet. You’ve reached two years old. How great is that?!!!
What renews my belief in humanity
The mail I’ve received about the human rights ordinance in front of the Anchorage Assembly has not only been overwhelmingly in favor of ensuring that all Americans have their civil rights protected, but many have come from pastors and other religious leaders. That tells me that we do still have people out there who understand what Christ really stood for. I was beginning to despair that there were any of those Christians left in the world. Now I hope they make their voices as vocally heard at the Assembly meeting as they did on blogs and my e-mails. Bearing witness
I’m finally awake
I’ve slept the better part of three days and feel like I’ve finally kind of caught up with my sleep. You definitely have to be young to keep up with kids. Every time I think of that lady in Italy who had a baby by implantation at sixty, I want to run up to her screaming that she should have just gone to a spa instead.
If it’s good enough for J.Edgar Hoover….
According to Jerry Prevo’s letter to the editor in Sunday’s paper, his main problem with the city’s proposed ordinance protecting homosexuals’ civil rights is that it would allow men to dress as women for work. Hmm… isn’t that what Milton Berle did on his TV show in the 50s? And didn’t Tom Hanks get his start as a cross dresser in a sitcom. Then, of course, we have J. Edgar Hoover – there was a man who knew how to make a dress pop.
I erupted in laughter upon realizing his main objection to this ordinance is his belief that
Elephant toenails
So there’s this picture in the paper of an elephant being laid on his side after being tranquillized because he has overgrown toenails and needs a pedicure but apparently doesn’t like his feet touched. And I think we’d all agree that if an elephant doesn’t want you touching his feet, you pretty much shouldn’t… at least, while he’s awake. Boy, that makes cutting my birds’ nails take on a whole new meaning of easy.
The dogs and birds
For the first time in forever, the birds and dogs had to take a back seat to little people in my house. The look of shocked amazement on their faces that anyone or anything could be more important than their little selves was truly funny to see. I figure four days of coming in second place to two of the three cutest little boys in the whole world was probably not a bad thing for them to experience. They’ll really appreciate me now.
I’m always amazed
I’m always amazed at what some people think after reading my column. For instance, the idiot who thought that if he spelled fucking with a ph instead of an f he wouldn’t look like such an ignoramus. He thought that if a law was passed to ensure that gay people were treated without prejudice and hate, that would be giving them special rights. He wanted to know where the special rights were for blond hair, blue eyed men. I suggest he check in with Hitler on that.
Ah children
I am spending this weekend with a houseful of company, all of whom are pretty darn wonderful, including the two that are in the rug rat category. But watching mom and dad with these boys does remind me why parenting is not for the aged or faint hearted.
The longest journey
I always said that my grandparents traveled a long distance to reach America. But the the really longest trip my family ever took was when my Catholic Italian mother traveled from South Jersey to Central Jersey to attend the bris for the two boys her nephew and his gay partner adopted from a South American slum. She brought both the gift of love and hot Italian bread. She understood that Christianity would ask her to turn away from a nephew so well loved and wonderful… or from those he loved.