6832 Westlake Avenue

We were exploring more of our neighborhood on this beautiful Sunday afternoon.  We stopped in a few open houses and one estate sale.  (You know how estate sales affect me.) During our exploration I noticed an almost 6,000 square foot one-story 1959 house on an inconceivable 1.4 acres in the heart of Lakewood was for sale.  When I got home I pulled up the listing, and I'm glad I did!  Look at these photos.  It's like time hadn't touched this house.  I wish I had an extra $2.5M and I would buy it with all its furniture and curtains and have fabulous themed parties all summer long!  How fabulous is this house?  According to the listing it's the first time this beauty has been on the open market.  These people must have been high styled individuals in 1969.  They built a house ready for a crowd.

What if my husband and I had enough cash to build our dream house, would we live in it for the rest of our lives?  Also, aren't you curious why the family never felt the social pressure to update the house?  I love it.  I hope someone special buys it...and invites me over for parties!

Families and Flowers

This morning I've been sitting in front of my television engrossed in the updates from the Boston Marathon bombing situation.  One suspect is dead.  One on the run.  Boston is locked down.  "Shelter in place."  It makes me sad that two brothers would do such horrible things.  Why?

I also just learned that at least 15 people are dead from the West, Texas fertilizer plant explosion.  The day of the explosion happened started off as a normal day, but it ended up being the day of this terrible accident...and at least 15 people are dead.  This is a terrible reminder that death can happen at any moment.

To get me focused on something happy I've posted these two photos.  First is NPH & David Burtka with their children.  How cute is this photo?  The second photo is an iris that grows in my husband's mother's garden.  How beautiful is this iris?

I guess the only thing we have is this moment.  We should enjoy our families (and pictures of beautiful celebrity families) and the flowers that bloom in our gardens (or our husband's mother's garden).

Happy Friday.  It's a glorious (gay) day.

Save the Pretty Things

Our friend Carolina accidentally broke this platter when she was cleaning yesterday.  Accidents happen.  I consider it a sacrifice to please the cleaning gods.   However, it reminded me of one thing our friend Del stated: "you did not think this through."  Our friend Del, who's a father of two girls, thinks our house is no where close to being child proof.  If an adult can accidentally break something, what do you think my future five sons will do?  Maybe I can talk my husband into buying the neighbors house?  We could have one childproof house?

Sending Love

My household is sending love to Boston today.  It's a dreadful moment.  One moment they are running the Boston Marathon and the next moment a bomb explodes.  And then a second bomb explodes.  It's life and death moments like this that make it seem so incredible stupid that we (the living) are wasting moments fighting over marriage equality.

Life is short.  Life can change in a dreadful moment.  Why are we fighting for equality?  We have better things to do with our moments in life.  Why is anyone against marriage equality?

Sending love.

QOTD

“And it's a life with no shortage of moments to recommend it, a life that picks up speed like a boulder rolling down a hill, easy and natural and comfortable, and yet beyond control somehow; it all happens so fast, you wake a young man and at lunch are middle-aged and by dinner you can imagine your death.”

From Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walter (My mother's favorite book she's read this year.)

Not Another One

When he was President, George W. Bush supported a federal marriage amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America, which would define marriage as unions between one man and one woman.

That was hurtful.  President Bush was sending a message that gay Americans were not equal to straight Americans.  I will not forgive him.  Unfortunately, his Presidential library is in our backyard, and every time they send out fliers asking us for donations I roll my eyes.  Ridiculous.  I wish he'd just disappear from my life, because every time I see his picture I'm reminded of his hurtful actions.

Until he marches in a gay pride parade carrying a sign that says: "I was wrong.  I'm sorry.  Of course you should have the freedom to marry the person you love...this IS the U.S.A." I'm not sending him a penny.

Lazy Sunday

This was the first Saturday in a few months where I did not go into the office.  I did not work.  I was exhausted.  I slept for years this weekend.  Nothing was wrong with me.  I was just tired.  This morning when I finally did wake up I started frying bacon and sipping black coffee.  Frying bacon always reminds me of childhood weekends at my grandparents' cabin.  The only time I saw my grandfather in the kitchen was at the cabin when he was frying bacon and making breakfast gravy.  Frying bacon and sipping my coffee is a great way to start a morning.

After my body was full of food and coffee, my husband and I took Trigger on a walk.  I did yard work.  He studied.  I took a bubble bath.  He studied.  We went to yoga.  I did laundry.  He studied. We ate dinner.

It was a plain old ordinary lazy Sunday in our house.  Those are the best kinds of Sundays.

Proof!  Gay people are just like you.