Archives for the month of: December, 2012

Donna Louise here sighing with relief that today is the last day of 2012. What a year for me, and for those of you I know or only know through the blogosphere. We are survivors which makes me want to break into a rousing version of “I Will Survive” (for the video, which I can’t link to, go to and watch Miss Gloria Gaynor sing it, but I’ll spare you my singing this early in the morning. For those of you not feeling perky this morning, check out this version of the song at (another link I couldn’t make) at and have a laugh. You’ll have to cut and paste both links, but I think it’s worth the effort.

Today is my last day of work at the retail store. I had Mikey and Lysistrata over for dinner and served them Cornish hens for dinner. A trip to the grocery store netted me another hen so we all had our own. I marinated them in some spices based on a recipe from a friend of my BBFF. To accompany the hens, I roasted root vegetables and potatoes. We had peanut brittle for dessert.

Someone asked me if I was making New Year’s Resolutions. I’m not. I don’t like to start the new year under the burden of meeting performance expectations. No surer way exists to guarantee failure than a bunch of things I WILL do beginning January 1, 2013. Besides every day is the first day of the rest of my life so I have a new year every morning. I’ll wait until later in the month of January to see if there’s anything I want to do differently with my life and then do it. At least I won’t already have a blemish on the year because of failed New Year’s Resolutions.

The weather people say we will have snow this morning. Actually they’ve predicted rain and sleet and then snow with an accumulation of 1-4 inches. A break in the storm will give us all a chance to slide around on the slick streets followed by more snow tonight.

Talk about a job with failure built in. Those weather people must carry a heavy burden of guilt over their consistent inability to accurately predict the weather. It would take a special person to be a weather forecaster. Perhaps that’s why so many of the weathermen are gay, or so I hear from my gay sources.

That’s progress in a way. Gay men used to be hairdressers and ballet dancers, but now they have taken over the world of weather forecasters. At least the faulty weather predictions have a sense of drama about them now. (NOTE:  Before all the weather people send me hateful messages about them being gay, just let me say that not all weather people are gay or lesbian or bisexual. I hope that makes everyone happy.)

Got to run. It’s almost 6 a.m. and I’ve got some major work to do on myself before I go public this morning.

Happy New Year, everyone. May the new year bring you much happiness, prosperity, health and accurate weather forecasts. Love, Kisses and Hugs, Donna Louise.

Donna Louise here squeaking through the last days of 2012—less than three days of the year to go. Like most years, it’s been a grab-bag of emotions and events for me and lots of other people I know. It’s almost time for my retrospective of the year. I better get to work on it.

P. invited me over to his place to enjoy New Year’s Eve with him and his partner, but I already have plans to be with my family of choice that night. Sean and Arnie will have the family over for a quiet time together with occasional outbursts of insane laughter. (Note to self:  Ask Sean & Arnie if P. and his boyfriend can stop by. They might make nice additions to the family.)

I forgot to tell you that Sean and Arnie are expecting their first child around the end of April or first part of May. When they told me at Thanksgiving that they were looking into having children, I expected it to take some time. Then at Christmas dinner they announced to everyone when the surrogate was due to deliver. I can count so November to May is not nine months and I wanted to know what had happened.

Sean said, “Arnie and I knew she was four months pregnant when we announced we were looking into having children. We didn’t want people to be disappointed if something happened to the baby. The mother was having some problems. Sorry, we lied to you all, but now she is much better. We couldn’t keep the secret any longer.”

We all applauded.

I asked, “So who’s the father?”

They laughed. The method they employed to impregnate the surrogate makes it impossible to tell which one is the father. Only a DNA test could solve that mystery, but they plan to call the child theirs so it doesn’t matter. (I won’t go into details about the impregnation as it may be too indelicate for some of you.)

The baby’s due date means it could be born on my birthday. “Aunt Donna Louise” sounds lovely. I must rent all the Auntie Mame movies so I can be the best aunt possible.

The State of Missouri (which is only slightly less backward than Kansas…or, Brownbackistan, as we are calling it) added a constitutional amendment to the state constitution declaring marriage as “one man & one woman” which is one of the most ignorant things we’ve done recently…if you forget John Ashcroft, Rush Limbaugh, Todd Akin, the Blunt Boys and other Missourians of shame.

I don’t believe in same-sex marriage any more than I believe in the marriage of a man and a woman. The whole institution sucks. We should be looking for better ways of relating to each other as long as the relationships are based on honesty and love. Marriage among heterosexuals has failed dismally over time, but we keep turning out momentarily happy brides and grooms by the dozens every month.

Realizing though that the society has given the institution of marriage such legal power makes it necessary to play the marriage game for everyone, even same-sex couples. In that respect, marriage between same-sex couples is a necessity to guarantee their rights in the U.S. and to protect them against the hateful people who practice hate-filled religions in this country.

Because Sean and Arnie can’t get married in this state and because our state does not recognize same-sex marriages performed in other states, I will have to work harder for marriage equality in the U.S. I love those men and I want their children to be safe in this world.

2013 already holds the potential for great changes in my life, but, for now, I’ll get ready and go to work. Later.