Norwegians Admits Being a Retarded Cousin - That Won the Lottery

Not P.C.

Self-deprecating humor. The host is very personable.
My husband is from Norway. He and his brother came to the United States when they were nineteen and twenty-nine respectively. After a few years working odd jobs, Nils (my husband) suggested to Lars that they obtain EMS training. 
Lars caught the EMS bug and ended up going on to become a paramedic, working on an ambulance. Nils preferred being in one place rather than driving around the city all night, and went on to become an ER nurse. He was a good friend from the time I started working in the hospital as an aide. We were friends for five years and realized that there was more between us than platonic friendship.
Lars had some personal problems and ended up letting his paramedic license lapse. He has recently gotten his life back together, gotten recertified as an EMT, and is working on getting his paramedic license back. We are very proud of him!
In my experience, Norwegians are, overall, wonderful people, not at all "retarded." They do know how to laugh at themselves, which is a great quality. Norwegians and Swedes have been taking pot shots at each other forever.
In any case, I thank Norway for my wonderful husband, the love of my life!

~DJ Aurora~

A to Z Blogging Challenge: I is for Icehouse

 

A to Z Blogging Challenge:

I is for Icehouse

by

Adam Everhard

My cousin got me and my sister into Icehouse. They had a couple of hits here in the U.S. before their albums started ending up in the dollar bins. They're quite popular in Australia, their homeland, and deservedly so.
I was actually never as keen on their big hits such as "Crazy" and "Electric Blue" as I was on their deeper cuts. I love the above song, for instance.
On a personal note, it was one of those songs I cried in my beer to when I finally grew a pair and broke up with my emotionally abusive boyfriend of 8 years in 2005. Changed the lyric to "hey little boy" when I blubbered along. My family and friends were proud of me for kicking him to the curb, and I was proud of myself. I was okay during the day, but when the night fell, there I was sobbing my heart out to sad tunes.



This is one of my songs with my new guy, who my sister and brother in law introduced me to at a Halloween party in 2010. Kay, stop tearing up, you silly old queen. I've always been a bit of a wet blanket. I love my man. Never thought I'd be with anyone else, but now I've got someone to spend the rest of my life with.

Boys and girls, if you're Icehouse fans, I've got a treat for you!

On a side note, I saw my ex last summer when I was out with a couple of friends. He didn't see me and I didn't make any effort to alert him to my presence. He was still the same. Wavy highlighted hair, tight pants, obsessively toned body, real pretty.
Did I feel any nostalgia? No, I felt relief that he was out of my life. Being a party boy and picking up dick wherever you can find it is not a good look when you're in your mid forties. The pretty is all he has. I'm pretty sure he also still has a love for nose candy. It's actually kind of sad.

Icehouse is one of those bands that writes songs for life's soundtrack. Yeah, that sounds cheesy. But that's how I feel. They're a great, underrated band.

~Adam~

 



Maiden Rose: Episode 1

Warning for explicit content, for those who might be offended by such.

Mirage of Blaze - Yaoi AMV - ♥ Crimson Mirage ♥

A Mere Humsafar

I love Indian music. I love Bollywood. And I love going out for Indian food with my man and my family. Puts a big smile on my face!

The Brain On Love

I have noticed that there is a huge difference between being with a man I can trust and being with my former partner, whom I couldn't trust at all. Dylan is always on my mind, in my heart, and in my soul. But I don't have to hold his image in my conscious mind constantly for fear that he might be gone if I don't visualize him all the time.

I don't wonder "does Dylan have some other guy over while I'm gone during the day?" I trust him and he trusts me. We aren't going to play games on each other. I had eight years of game playing, eight years of obsessing and pain, eight years of wondering, is Kent going to find someone better than me?

I knew he was looking for a piece of action on the side. I tried to pretend I was okay with that, but really I wasn't. He told me to "evolve," to not be a jealous bitch. I would have done anything to keep him. I did do anything--I compromised who I was and what I needed and wanted.

Finally, I was the one that told him to leave, even though it felt like someone had run a sword right through my heart. I cried on and off for eight straight hours after that. Sometimes it was just sniffling and soft, other times the tears gushed from me like a fountain. I did not date again for five years.

It's so different being with someone who has his shit together and knows what he wants. When Dylan says he's working, I know he's working. When he's spending time with his brother, I know he's actually with his brother, not off cruising bars for a piece. 

It's very true that you should never make someone your priority if you are only one of their options. I was the option that Kent figured he could come home to and I'd always be there waiting like a needy little boy. Don't let anyone do that to you.

With Dylan, I'm his foundation and he is mine. We can always depend on each other. We don't have to obsess on each other, because we have trust that's real.

Real love enhances happiness. Anything else is a lie. I lied to myself for eight years. Don't let lies destroy your chance at improving your life or prevent you from finding someone truly deserving of your love.

Love,

Adam

For a Certain Friend

You stupid drug addict.

Baby Bash Playlist

Unfortunately the embedding has been disabled, at least on the first song in the playlist. Click here to access it.

The children's and youth programs coordinator at the church I attended when my son was born said that her father always told her that if you keep doing new things, you won't grow old as fast. That's why I like to check out new music. I discover a lot of stuff that's pure shit, but then sometimes I discover people like this young R&B and hip hop artist, Baby Bash.

I really like his style. He transitions from the R&B and hip hop genres with ease. His song "Sugar Sugar" has appeal both for younger generations and for people my age. The best music is timeless, and this song has all the elements of timelessness.

Some of his songs, such as "Cyclone," obviously have a younger vibe. But hell, an old broad like me can still get up and dance! Maybe there's a middle aged dude out there looking for a good old gal, and he's the kind of guy who can see that I've got it going on in spirit, even though my boobs sag and I've got buns of Jello! Of course, he'd also have to be prepared to deal with my psych issues (not like I'm going to stab him in the night or anything, but I do get suicidally depressed sometime) but that's another story.

Love (and that includes sexuality) is for folks of every age, not just the young and "hot" set.

My Gay Marriage Does Not Hurt Your Straight Marriage

My fiancé and I just spent a good part of  the morning destroying countless heterosexual marriages and causing churches and bibles to burst into flames as we tore up the bedroom having awesome, consensual, monogamous, ragingly gay butt sex. Sorry, guess we still haven't been able to pray the gay away!

Love is Beautiful

Finally A Love Quote that's Real

Heart-Breaking

On one hand, I love this video.

On the other hand, it makes me sad.

They keep Ann Wilson in the background instead of showing her in action because she's a big girl. They put Nancy up front because she has a more slender physique.

They're both beautiful.

Big girls, we're beautiful too. Don't let the damn diet industry keep you in the background. Get out there and strut your stuff!

I know the pain, because I've fought with it too.

But I ended up married to a great guy, who happens to be thin, not that it matters. He loves me not for my size or in spite of my size. He just loves ME!

Love yourself, and maybe the right guy (or girl) will come along and fall in love with the beautiful person that is you.

And even if that doesn't happen, love yourself anyway!

Most Truthful Love Quote Ever

Betrayed

This picture comes from this website, which has some very important information on violence in teen relationships. 

I chose it because to a degree it expresses what I feel inside.

Because of the fact that nobody pays attention to what I say at this point, I feel comfortable expressing something that has been eating at me for years.

There are people in this world who don't feel like they've won unless they've destroyed someone else in the process.

They did come very close to destroying me. But I'm still here. Not unscathed by any means, but I am still here.

I no longer feel like I have something special to share with the world. I'm creating again, but I'm keeping it close in. I will not be sharing any of it.

As for the subject of my ill advised book.

Yes, I did come to love him. And fancy that, certain people who I trusted with that truth were hell bent on fucking that up for me too.

He and I are no longer in contact with one another. He hates me now, and I feel nothing but numb sorrow when I think of him.

You think I could ever forgive the people who brought this about?

They will never be forgiven.

What's next to the moon? The idea that I will ever find love.

Correction--that's somewhere in another fucking galaxy.

So now you fucking know.

Ich Liebe Dich

Play some Rammstein when you do this. Because nothing says "sweet and tender" quite like Rammstein.

 

Must Love Cats To Be With Me

Picture shared by I Am Doodlecat

In the unlikely event that I ever actually get with a guy again, there are certain criteria that must be met.

If a dude doesn't like cats, it doesn't matter how fine he is to look at. He ain't the one for me.

Ya gotta love cats if you wanna get Ill with Illsa!

 

They're an Ex for a Reason

Hi Dumplings, It's Me on Posterous

The girls (my writing sisters) have been at me to start one of these Posterous blogs. Today seemed like a good time to do so.'

Thank you to my lovely Writing Sister Tempest LeTrope for her condolences regarding my dad's death. He passed away last night at 9:51 P.M. He had been struggling after having a massive heart attack on Valentine's Day. Just two days before my middle sister's birthday, which is really harsh. He was 79 years old.

I'm mucking about on the Internet for a while, kind of in shock, trying to pretend things are normal, misspelling every other word. I didn't sleep well last night. So here I am, creating this new blog in the most fucking faggoty colors I could possibly choose, because nothing bolsters my spirits more than pissing off homophobes. Even if no homophobes ever end up reading this blog, the idea that they might see it in all it's pink glory gives me a nasty little zing of glee.

I'll probably talk about my dad here. Our relationship wasn't perfect, but actually, he wasn't a homophobe. He was just super pragmatic and practical, and being gay in this world isn't very practical. He didn't quite get how anybody could be gay because he wasn't. But he didn't give me any shit about it. When I came out, he said "you sure?" and looked at me like I was nuts. But he already thought I was nuts because I'm such a wet blanket. He let it go after that.

Dad actually liked my fiancé. I think he really liked Dylan being a physician's assistant because he could ask all kinds of medical questions for free. Like I said, he was pragmatic. He also liked the fact that I finally chose a guy who wasn't a complete shithead for a change. He found my previous choices a little questionable. He wasn't the only one.

I know I need to try to get some sleep or I'm going to fall apart. I need to hold it together for Mom, and my sisters. I don't feel really sad right now, just numb. As a counselor I know how this goes. It will come in waves. Right now my mind is in denial.

Death isn't the end, it's just a transition. I'll see you again, Dad. Rest in peace.

Proud to have been your son, even if we didn't always see eye to eye.

Here come the tears.

Adam

Now That's Love!

What We Deserve but Don't Get

And my lesbian friends deserve a woman who treats them like this, and my gay dude friends deserve a guy that treats them like this!

It's too bad we can't all find love. I suppose I didn't because I'm not pretty in the conventional way. I'm too heavy for societal standards, and now I'm old. 

I wish there really were someone for everyone. But I'll take my writing over a bad relationship any day.