Homer'sWorld

Fastest way to become completely, utterly dead to me is to call me a liar.

Liars and thiefs- the lowest of the low in my opinion.

I don't steal things. I don't lie. It is just better to say nothing than to lie.

Recently, some so-called leaders of the gay community decided to write this letter stating that people should not be punished for their wicked, anti-gay views. Including rich white straight men who can afford to give$1,000 to anti-gay groups so that said groups can run ads suggesting that gay people are child rapists (like happened here in 2008).

I was pretty ambivalent about the whole Eich thing. I didn't have any say as to whether this rich, white, straight Mormon kept his job at Mozilla. He was pressured by his straight employees, who amazingly enough did not want some asshole running their company, and he resigned.

I guess the conservative gays are all in a twitter about this. The guy gave a $1,000 and hasn't changed his views in six years that gay people are so horrible they shouldn't be allowed to marry, but hey, he should keep that pricey-paying job, because....

After the kapos signed that petition, my views on the subject changed. I want conservative assholes to be too scared to donate money to anti-gay causes. I hope NOM's campaign donors are exposed and we hound those fuckers. If you are going to donate money to anti-gay groups, you deserve to suffer the motherfucking consequences.

I still live in a state where same sex marriage is illegal, where same sex marriages from out-of-state are not considered legal, and where people can be fired from their jobs and kicked out of rental housing in many places because of assholes like Eich.

I stopped reading Andrew Sullivan's blog because of this, and honestly, I can't say I miss it. I removed another blog from my links because the authors signed that petition and one of the authors implied I lied about something. Not interesting in being accused of being a liar.

It's been a while since I went to Sweetwater Wetlands.






I took the long way.




The coot swam by.

The Annual Non-Denominational Egg Decorating and Backyard Egg Party went off well. A week's furious cleaning and yard work paid off.

I made potato salad, three bean salad, hummous, chocolate pudding and crustless lemon meringue.I boil about 11 dozen eggs.

I made a playhouse from the washing machine box for the kids coming over Sunday for the Egg Party.

After last week's gas line break, what else could go wrong? My washing machine died. 2004-2014. I paid $435 for it. The new one I purchased cost $335 (on sale and Doug found a $50 coupon).

My backyard is blooming like crazy.



Officer's Quarters.

Later in the day I journeyed into the basement of the museum building. It would make a great horror movie set.

Happy 14th Birthday Puff!

Every night he crawls under the cover and sleeps with his head on my arm. He is a good kitty cat.

When we got to the field school site yesterday Mike was already there and came to tell me that there was an injured dog there. We walked back and found a brown pug dog lying on the protective fabric we had removed from last year's excavation unit. It looked up at me with sad brown eyes. I walked back and told Barney and took a blue plastic tub with me and carefully placed the dog into it and carried it back to the vehicles. I got some water and dipped my hand into it and trickled water into the dog's mouth. After a while it started licking my hand and I gave it more water.

After the kids went off to work I examined the dog and found about nine puncture wounds- I thought from bites from a coyote or bobcat, someone else thought they might be from a large hawk. Nicole helped me clean and apply antiseptic and antiobiotic cream to them. The dog was very docile.

Barney was able to call the B & B that is nearby and they knew a woman named Julia who could take the dog to a vet to get examined. I rode in the back of Barney's parents' car and we delivered the dog to her.

After I finished the first talk this week, my mother said to me, "That was more interesting than your other talks." Sometimes I think she totally doesn't understand etiquette or is just socially awkward. A while ago she said to me that her "Being a loner was just like you being gay." I was totally weirded out by this.

Yesterday I have another talk and as I was driving home for lunch I saw that Doug had called me. These gas tester guys had found a gas leak at my house. When I got home I discovered the front door open (cats locked up in my bedroom) and my mother sitting on a lawn chair in the front yard fuming. They had sent her out of the house while she was cooking lunch (and making an utter mess of the stove) and then she had some older lady problems. Her mood turned foul and bitchy and later that night I yelled at her, "Mother, just stop it!"

We went to Rosa's and she had two beef flautas and she later threw up and this morning she told me she had been poisoned. Terrorists are everywhere.

Two estimates for the gas leak repair- $1,100 and $1,035. Dan the next door neighbor did it instead and I ended up spending $450 instead. I was pleased about that, I did not have to empty my savings account out or charge it on my credit card.

At one moment I went into my bathroom and shut the door and stood in the shower. So stressed out over everything.

Beam.

Tonight boiled potatoes and spinach salad for supper. Afterward I may clean the fridge. After my mother leaves I have plans for social activities. I am done sitting at home on Friday nights.

Field school 2014. We headed south, almost to the Mexican border, to excavate at the Spanish Mission site. About a dozen students, some graduate students, Barney, Jeremy, Jeffords, and a few others.

I kept forgetting my camera so not as many archaeology pictures as usual.