I don't like when people define themselves by their relationship but I've got a pretty great one going on with this guy who decided to marry me. We have two cats, Herman and Melville. Usually, you can find us on our couch watching Netflix.
Learning is my jam. #education
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You want to get kids out of foster care and into good, loving homes? I’ve got a simple solution to your problem.
Did you know LGBT couples are more likely to adopt older, children of color and disable children than straight couples? LGBT couples tend to adopt ‘undesired’ children more (basically kids no one else wants.)
I used to work with kids in state’s custody who were unable to be placed in foster/adoptive homes yet because of their behavior. Let me tell you…none of those kids gave a single fuck about whether their future parents were gay or straight. They just wanted a family. The kids don’t care. A mom and dad, two moms, one dad…
These were the ‘undesirable’ kids that a previous commenter mentioned. They were all older and had severe behavioral issues. Some were lower functioning. People were not fighting over these kids.
And on a side note, when I have kids one day, those will be the kids that I have. And I am so passionate about that, that I would never get involved with a woman who wasn’t completely on board with that as well.
Tumblr user machotrouts — who is himself in favor of independence — decided to ask 655 Grindr users their thoughts on Scotland’s big vote. Of those that responded, 114 said they weren’t in favor of breaking away from England, while 110 said they were. “So there you have it,” he writes. “When only decisive opinions are taken into account, Grindr votes NO to independence, with a 54-46% split.”
While driving to Little Caesars, I remembered from the 346 times I’ve seen that GD commericial that were is pepperoni on the pretzel crust pizza. Since Ryan has to make everything difficult by not eating pork/red meat, I had to abandon my plan.
I will call in an order soon for one without pepperoni and report back.
I use tumblr like a facebook page, and I use my facebook page as an address book. What do you guys want me to post? I have absolutely no idea why you follow me. I follow you guys because i like observing your life changes like babies, new apartments, good recipes, marriages, etc.
Anyways, over the past two weeks I have:
worked on a proposal that would have us doing work in Australia
was asked to be a bridesmaid three times (two were on the same date, but at least in the same city, so I turned my good friend down in favor of my cousin because family, even though it was hard)
a few times, I laughed until I cried with Ryan which feels like honey on my soul
watched all of Bob’s Burgers on Hulu
restarted Orphan Black because it is amazing
started reading All the Light We Cannot See and am loving it
I’m so happy about the progress I’ve made overcoming my anxiety—oh, something fell through the cracks at work? THat’s okay! I will take full repsonsibility and talk about it without feeling like a failure!
also, a used bookstore opened in our mall and I just walked around fror twenty minutes with a huge smile on my face
I’m going to stop and get a pretzel crust pizza from Little Caesars because, seriously, YOLO. ANd I never say YOLO. But. YOLO.
The first thing that you have to understand about Rafi is that he’s not just horrible. Jason Mantzoukas also imbues him with a bizarre kind of innocence. He honestly believes that the guys on The League are his best friends. His earnest desire to be one of the guys is one of the reasons he so winsome. He’s just trying to fit in guys! But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, and it’s crystal clear that Rafi already has one foot in the fiery Inferno.
Eight generations of my family lived outside of Colmar, in Guémar. In my grief after me grandma died while I was living in Prague, I tried to plan a pilgrimage there. In December. Without anyone else. Through countries I had no familiarity with.
Eventually, I realized it was logistically impossible considering snow plus the small details that I would have had to fly from Prague to Switzerland, find a train to Colmar, then ascertain a small French man to drive me to my centuries old family house in a town with no hotel.