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Mama Austria [userpic]

Thank YOU, People of America

November 5th, 2008 (01:25 pm)
bitchy

Mood: bitchy

There are times when I am proud to live in this country. I know that I will recieve fair wages, have a right to live and work where I wish. I have the right to speak my mind on any subject, and I can choose which religion, if any, I wish to follow.

We have just elected the first African American president in the history of the nation, and have, as a general whole, overcome the issue of race.

But then, there are times when I am ashamed and disgusted to associate myself with people like those who force their religious and social beliefs on others to the point to where it affects their lives.

Thanks a lot, California Voters.

Proposition 8 passed 52 to 48 in a close vote, banning gay marriage in the state of California. It was also banned in Arizona and Florida.

The following is taken from an AP article:

""People believe in the institution of marriage," Frank Schubert, co-manager of the Yes on 8 campaign said after declaring victory early Wednesday. "It's one institution that crosses ethnic divides, that crosses partisan divides. ... People have stood up because they care about marriage and they care a great deal.""

Does anyone else see the hypocrisy in this statement?

An institution that crosses ethnic divides, partisan divides. But only until we allow the gays marry, then we draw the line! We can't have that disgusting Satanic stuff in our society, OH NO. Because if we outlaw, that'll make people stop doing it; that'll make all just GO AWAY.

It's this short-sighted, closeminded, retroactive approach to society that sickens me. Did you know that until the mid 1970s, homosexuality was still considered a mental illness?

In t his day and age, I would hope that people would have opened their eyes enough to realize that the two lesbians sitting next to you on the train; you know, the two with wedding bands on that you've never met before...their lives do not affect OR involve you.

I do not WANT approval from the populace to say whether I can get married or not. I don't want NOR do I need it! It should be automatic.

Faith and religion is not a legal argument. For an argument to have any grounds in legal proceedings, you need to have concrete proof and evidence. Until you can prove to me that Leviticus was written for the entire world as a whole and NOT just the Tribe of Levi, then shut the fuck up about abominations and going to Hell. I refuse to live my life in fear of a Maybe, and how I, indeed, all of us, live our lives is no one's business but our own.

So butt the Hell out of it!

Oh yeah, we care about marriage. We care about marriage as long as two men aren't fucking each other with wedding rings on.

Thanks a lot, California Voters.

Thanks a lot.

Mama Austria [userpic]

Writer's Block: 9/11

September 11th, 2008 (01:29 pm)
blank

Mood: blank

What were you doing on September 11th, 2001? How do the events of that day hold meaning for you now?


I was a sophomore at Shawnee High School. We were just coming in from our early morning marching band practice, and when we walked by the library, we saw huge amounts of people crowded around the television.

I didn't really think anything of it; none of us did. We'd been outside the whole time it had been going on. So I change into my school clothes and two of my friends (Susan and Cody) and I head to our 2nd period, AP American History. When we sat down and the teacher came in, everyone started asking her immediately if it was true that someone had blown up the World Trade Center. I was baffled by the questions, and couldn't believe it was true.

She took us to the library where people were still gathered around the TV, and we got there in time to see the second plane hit the towers, and then watched them fall. I was stunned.

I guess it's sorta like when they said about the JFK assassination. You'll never forget exactly what you were doing and where you were when it happened.

Mama Austria [userpic]

Public Post: Homosexuality is WRONG!

August 9th, 2008 (07:50 pm)
cynical

Mood: cynical

Angel's mother found out a few days ago about Angel and I. That in and of itself isn't even the beauty of the situation, OH NO.

It gets much better.

Let me elaborate.

Thursday night, Angel and I were having a blast at Jacque's wedding rehearsal dinner. Close to the end of the night, Angel gets a phone call from her mother, which she takes because it might be important. Pretty much the whole conversation was a shouting match in Spanish, but I was able to figure out the course of the 'discussion' easily enough.

It began with her mom telling her that she needed to move back to Fort Worth to help her out financially. Of course, Angel says no because we've already got a lease and she really dislikes Fort forth. This leads to her mother asking what exactly is tying her to Dallas, and demands if it's because she's in a lesbian relationship with one of us, Brandee or myself.

At first, Angel says no to try and quell the situation, because it was not the circumstances she wanted for telling her mother. (We all knew it would be a huge religious fit when it happened.) angel's mother then proceeds to ask if Angel could tell her that straight to her face the next time she sees her. And when Angel says yes, her mother begins to tell her "Because it's wrong", apparently repeatedly.

Finally Angel has enough and flat out tells her. Yes, she's in a relationship with me.

Then the REAL fun began!

It's wrong, you shouldn't do that, you stop it now, I'll never approve, break up with her immediately, Bible-thumping, etc.

Angel finally hangs up on her and she hasn't called back since. Jacque is truly a jewel and helped calm us down at her own party and was there for us when we were supposed to be there for her.

Well, as it turns out, Angel's older sister Liz, who found out about us a few weeks ago, went over our heads and told their mother without our consent. She invaded OUR business and OUR privacy, and betrayed Angel's trust.

I'm not about to let these two women split us up. If Angel and I ever break up, it will be by our OWN decision, not through the persuasion of outside influence. No one else will ever sway me but her. I will stand firm.

It's zealots like these that make me embarrassed to admit that I was raised Christian. I was always ALWAYS taught that you were supposed to tolerate, love, understand, and respect people from all walks of life. To me, these things are the backbone of Christ's teachings. (As always, the Bible is to be freely interpreted by anyone, and this was mine.)

Why is it that the Christians who have risen to the top to represent the rest of us are the bad ones? The ones who condemn and Bible Beat without a second thought to logic or the whole of the teachings? People think of Catholics and only think of the parish priests who molest young boys. Southern Baptists? Bible-beating fire and brimstone zealots without a lick of common sense. These minorities in Christian sects are NOT representative of the whole in reality, but to the mentality of society, it's all people see.

It's like homosexuality. So many people think that all gay men are flamboyant cross-dressing men who only want nothing but sex. Lesbians? We're all man-hating bull dykes, apparently. But this is far, FAR from the case. We're people, just like the rest of you, subject to the stereotypes of society.

I never asked for religious acceptance. I know that somewhere, should we want to get married in the future, there will always be a place where we are accepted. All I ask for is the acceptance from my friends and family.

I would love to be able to get along with Angel's family and be welcome by them. Nothing would please me more than to have their blessing. HOWEVER.

I do not NEED their blessing, and I firmly believe that, if God exists and he is all-powerful and infallible, then there can be no mistake in the way he creates things. So to say that what I'm doing is wrong and how I feel is wrong, are you trying to say that the way I was born was wrong? That the All-Mighty made a mistake?

It's 2008, people. Acceptance. The Bible is not something static that can remain the same, unchanged and uninterpreted for 2,000 years. Like all laws, sometimes, it must be reevaluated and adapted to the world around us, as religion has constantly done for centuries.

We're here, and we're here to stay.

It's time you guys got used to it.

Yes, I hope you see it.

Mama Austria [userpic]

Tribute to An Amazing Lady

October 7th, 2006 (03:05 pm)
nostalgic

Mood: nostalgic

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Elizabeth Jean Holland

August 13, 1936 - June 7, 2006

Many of you have met my grandmother before, whether at band practices, football games, family events, or otherwise. A lot of people have known her, without realizing the magnitude of character or how she had touched so many peoples' lives. You knew her as Grandma Betty, Chuck's mom, Mother, Charli's grandmother, daughter, friend. There will be no LJ cut for this; I refuse to shorten this memorial.

But for those of you who didn't know her...well, that's just a shame. I think that everyone should have met this funny, remarkable woman at least once, because she would have loved to meet all of you. She'd been with me for 21 years, unfailingly, and now, four months after her passing, I'm still wishing her a good night every night. I still cry when I catch her scent on an article of clothing, or a possession that I took into my own care.

So, here is a small tribute to one of my most favorite women in the world; one that I wish I could be more like; I suppose if I had to name a hero in my life, she would be one of them.

I have a lot of memories about my grandma, and a lot of stories that have been passed down by family members. Some of these tales are rather...legendary, you might say. Like the time my grandfather chased her around the house with a garter snake, and she pressed an iron to his face. Or the time she knocked him out with my Aunt Debra's doll.

Not to mention the time she got into a tussle with a nasty woman at a gas station and showed her who was boss. She was not a woman to be trifled with, and she didn't let people jerk her around. If you were doing something wrong, by God, she'd let you know it!

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This is her, and her sister Loretta, my aunt. Aunt Loretta is gone now too, but I'm absolutely certain that they're together up there, playing Yatzee and making plenty of noise. Board games with Grandma were an event indeed. Wahoo, Yatzee, you name it, they became contact sports. They were SO much fun to play with.

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The infant is my Aunt Debra, who passed when I was 14. She took after her mother so very much, it was uncanny. Tough, wily, and highly intelligent, neither of them took crap from anyone, especially men. ^_^

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My grandmother, with Aunt Debra, and the handsome Charles Day, better known as Grandma Charlie. He was a cop, and was my grandmother's first husband out of three. They were close friends up until her death.

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These three lovely ladies are, from the left:

Grandma Betty, my great grandma known to all as Nonny, and my Aunt Loretta. Nonny was their mother, and she's still alive and as spry as ever. She was very close to all her children, and I will never forget what she said to me once, only a few months before Grandma left us.

"I'm not ready to lose her, Charli. She's the only baby I have left."

It must have broken her heart, and I'm looking forward to seeing her again when Christmas rolls around.

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Ah...now I'm sure all of you will recognize that handsome gentleman in the photo with Grandma and Aunt Debra. None other than Chuck Day, my dear ol' Dad. Dad lived with Grandma until he graduated high school and went into the oil fields, and was always a devoted son. While she was in the hospital, he was there for her, bringing her food and company, and making sure she was alright. It was extremely difficult for him to lose her; I can only imagine. I love ya, Dad.

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The 1960s and 70s. Can I say more?

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Here we have Grandpa Charlie and Grandma Betty at Aunt Debra's wedding.

Then, Grandma had her first grandchild in 1985. I wonder who that could be...

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I was extremely close to my grandmother. Once, she had come to visit us when we were living in Michigan, and so attached was I, that I tried to zip myself in her suitcase so I could go on the flight back to Oklahoma with her! Thanks to her, I was instilled with a love of vinyl records, and Willie Nelson in particular. I used to spend the night at her house, and we'd play with her makeup and jewelry, and watch all sorts of movies. She introduced me to ramen noodles at very young age as well. Chicken flavor, but a spoonful of butter.

We used to ride the bus to town in Mount Pleasant, Michigan in Christmas, and once, we picked apples in the orchards together. Every year on my birthday, she would take me shopping, and let me pick out a few gifts. One year, I picked out a stuffed dog, which I promptly named "Floppy". Everyone remembers him; he's my favorite, and he's been with me ever since. Even here in California.

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Me, my grandmother, and my mommy!

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She was an avid sports fan, and I remember her distinctly having a fondness for the Atlana Braves and the Chicago Bulls. She worked at K-Mart, Brawms, and even did a stint as a security guard at a bowling alley and casino in my hometown of Shawnee, Oklahoma. Free bowling ftw!

She ADORED Harry Potter, and just loved Hagrid to pieces. Sadly, she never got to read the sixth book, but I'll let her know all about it some day, I promise. She loved clowns, and had some wonderful artwork of them in her homes.

For many years, she also had a llasa apso by the name of B.J., short for Betty Jean. She was a sweet little dog, and lived for a good long time.

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There are so many wonderful memories, and so many wonderful times, and every day, I miss her terribly. No one will ever be able to replace her, and even still I'm having trouble coping with the fact that she is gone, and I'll never see her again. I can still hear her voice and her laughter in my head; I remember her happy and healthy and always there for me.

This wasn't much, and hardly does her memory justice, but...she'll be forever immortal in my mind.

I love you, Grandma.

Mama Austria [userpic]

Woot! First Post! Friends Only!

August 25th, 2006 (11:05 pm)
anxious

Mood: I have to potty!
Music: Aquagen - "Everybody's Free"

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