Two Lesbians and a Cow

I’m on a new journey.   I believe that in my heart and soul.   I am starting to believe in my own thoughts and values.   In my own sense of self-worth.   I believe that I can be happy with how I perceive myself, not how I think the world does.   It’s liberating. I’m learning to appreciate that everyone has their own journey.   That I have no control over other people and what they want in life.   That it’s ok for their path not to continue with my own.   That sometimes people are in your journey for a while and then they’re gone and that’s ok because some stay on your path and that makes all the difference in the world   I’m trying to let go of my rage that caused me to hit a poor woman in the face last year.   That people, including myself, make mistakes and that’s ok.   I am trying to think before I speak. To not make knee-jerk reactions to my emotions. Again, I’m trying. Jen and I just decided to buy a commuter crossover fo...

As I sit here in my bed with my cat trying to get over a sinus infection, I find myself being very appreciative this morning.   For instance, I am appreciative that Katniss, my older cat, did not claw my skin off when Dawg, the kitten we just got for my youngest, jumped up on the bed at the same time as she was on the bed.   To say Katniss does not care for Dawg (my son named her) is seriously so understated that I wish Katniss could talk so she could let her rage out.   She hates, despises, deplores, and plots the death of Dawg every day.   Of that, I am certain. If you aren’t one of the folks who’ve been privy to my 6-month probation for assault and battery, well here is the jest of it.   Last April, the day before our cruise for our friend’s wedding renewal, I walked into a tanning establishment here in OKC and punched the manager in the nose.   My reason, she was being mean to the elderly lady in front of me and, gasp, wouldn’t honor my 7-days of ...