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Finally another grade has been posted. The only B I expected this semester is now the second B to be posted. I have now fully appreciated art!

The neighbors had a nice little holiday event last night. It was good to catch up with some of the neighbors that you keep passing in the street. I think when I've finished my stint on the HOA Board, that I'm going to encourage more street events — they always seem fun. Afterwards, Chris and… Continue reading

I just finished my final exam for the semester in Spanish (Beginning) and suprised myself with a B in the class.  This was meant to be a C – my only one for this semester, so I'm pretty pumped.  Now if I can just get the professors to enter the grades into the system, I… Continue reading

Hunter at 17.  Today is turning out to be a really good day 🙂

I love this Reality Blurred site. From the site: This is ironic — and quite sad, really — because, as we learned earlier via revealing photos, Hunter — or someone who is his twin — isn't exactly a stranger in these parts. He used to dance at the gay bar known as the Backstreet Dance… Continue reading

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The New York Times recently had an article on the supposed division between the national organizations on the issue of same-sex marriage. One quote from the article says Some gay rights activists, including the leadership of the Human Rights Campaign, said they believed that aggressively pursuing same-sex marriage only played into the hand of Republicans… Continue reading

Received this link today in my email.  It's a letter from Donna Brown, a blue mother to a red mother.  It is definately worth the read! http://www.blogactive.com/amomsletter.htm

December 7, 2004 Our Father, Who Art in Hell “I note with grave displeasure that your patient has become a Christian” (Lewis 5). So writes Uncle Screwtape in C.S. Lewis’s, The Screwtape Letters, to his nephew, Wormwood, a young fiend who has just been assigned his first patient. Initially one may believe that we are… Continue reading