I keep having dreams about Colorguard. (Well, not last night, obviously, or tonight, because I’m in this thon thingy.) George, my coach from high school is there, and I’m spinning flags and rifles like I actually know what I’m doing. It’s been on my mind a lot lately because I really miss it.
Ugh. I think I ate too much dinner. It was good, but too much. I’m not feeling so good. Not having slept isn’t helping. >_>
Going to lie down for a bit. Hopefully I won’t have to put the Blogathon on hold or send it down the drain! Please think good thoughts for me!
I have two sponsors now, so I really don’t want to mess this up! I’m almost three quarters of the way there. Home stretch now, right?
This August, my family and I are heading out to South Padre Island, Texas, to spend some time in the surf and the sun. (I hope it’s not as humid as last time I went there; it was nice, but when you walked out of the water at the beach, it was like you were still in the water because of the humidity… probably 100% or something. Is it possible to have more that 100% humidity?)
We’re taking the Amtrak train from Los Angeles Union Station to San Antonio. The trip is 30 hours, and then we’ll rent a car and head out to get my Grandma, and then down tot South Padre. A couple of cousins are coming as well, so it’s going to be like a mini-reunion. Too bad my aunt and her girlfriend aren’t coming.
We’re also going to see the dugout where my great great great grandfather grew up, in Floydada. Yay, history!
Hmm, I’m pretty sure Cleo is going to be mad at me for leaving her alone for two weeks straight.
Gah. Want to be sleeping now. I have eight hours left (16 more journal entries) and I’m really lagging. Maybe another catnap will help?
Sleeping is my friend. (My favorite place is my bed. No joke; since I was like 10, when people have asked me my favorite place, I’ve always said, “My bed.”)
As I mentioned in My Cause #1, I’m blogging for SWP. (I will be tagging this post “sex” and “sex work” at the end of the month so that people will have a chance to read it before then since those two tags are protected on this journal.)
Here are some more useful, informative links about sex work.
Sex Workers Anonymous
When it’s time for the curtain call – and the show is over – it’s finally time to come home… Sex Workers Anonymous (formerly Prostitutes Anonymous), is a 12 step group of men and women for whom the sex industry became a problem. The only requirement for membership is a desire to leave the sex industry.
Network of Sex Work Projects
NSWP is a legally constituted international organisation for promoting sex workers’ health and human rights. With member organizations in more than 40 countries, the Network develops partnerships with technical support agencies to work on independently-financed projects.
Sex Workers Outreach Project East
Sex Workers Outreach Project- East is a chapter of SWOP – USA, a national social justice network dedicated to the fundamental human rights of sex workers and their communities, focusing on ending violence and stigma through education and advocacy… SWOP East, at its most basic, is an anti-violence campaign. As a multi-state network of sex workers and advocates, we address locally and nationally the violence that sex workers experience because of their criminal status.
International Committee on the Rights of Sex Workers in Europe
The main goals of the foundation are to bring sex workers and their allies together on an European and international level: (1) to further the social acceptance and respect for sex workers; (2) to promote their civil and human rights; (3) to organise the support of allies… The foundation also works on ending the sexual stigma of women, gays and lesbians and transgender people and in general to promote the self-determination of women.
Since I’ve returned home, we’ve had multiple family meetings in which my parents are trying to (1) treat us [the kids] more like adults, and (2) give us more household responsibility. One of these “because you’re an adult now” responsibilities is making dinner for the family one night per week. My night is Saturday each week (or it’s supposed to be; I’ve had both my siblings trade with me at least once because of stuff they’ve been doing on their respective nights).
This week, I’m making farmers’ market vegetarian quesadillas… ‘cept without the farmers’ market part. (Hahaha, that’s just me being lazy, of course. >_>) Here’s the recipe:
* 1/2 cup chopped red bell pepper
* 1/2 cup chopped zucchini
* 1/2 cup chopped yellow squash
* 1/2 cup chopped red onion
* 1/2 cup chopped mushrooms
* 1 tablespoon olive oil
* cooking spray
* 6 (9 inch) whole wheat tortillas
* 1 1/4 cups shredded reduced-fat sharp Cheddar cheese
1. In a large nonstick pan, cook red pepper, zucchini, yellow squash, onion, and mushrooms in olive oil over medium to medium-high heat for about 7 minutes, or until just tender. Remove vegetables from pan.
2. Coat the same pan with cooking spray, and place one tortilla in pan. Sprinkle 1/4 cup of cheese evenly over tortilla, and layer 3/4 cup of the vegetable mixture over the cheese. Sprinkle another 1/8 cup of cheese on the vegetables, and top with a second tortilla. Cook until golden on both sides, for approximately 2 to 3 minutes per side. Remove quesadilla from pan, and repeat with remaining ingredients. Cut each quesadilla into 8 triangles with a pizza cutter. Serve hot.
What do you think? Sound like something you’d eat?
I’ll be posting this a little early because I have to get up make dinner! (And the next entry may be a little late for the same reason.)
Yager is his last name. And, yes, it’s spelled like that. I tend to call people by the name they are introduced to me, and for him, it was “This is Yager.” And so, Yager it’s been.
We met at an Anime Club meeting in college. (Yes, more anime.) I knew the president, Sketchy Steve, from earlier in the year, and he introduced Yager to me in late October. It was the second or third All Night Anime of the semester, and the club was watching Hellsing. I took my then-boyfriend with me, and I ended up being the only woman in the room for like three hours.
Yager wasn’t sketchy, like Sketchy Steve was. Yager was… difficult to read. He was a nice enough guy, but it was hard to tell if he was a Threat (you know what I mean, ladies) or Not. (He proved to be Not.) Girls just couldn’t tell if they should have to keep an eye on him or be able to rest easy.
He asked me why girls at school were skittish around him at first, and I had to explain that some guys give off creepy vibes (ie: Sketchy Steve), some give off “I’m an asshole” vibes (ie: Justin or Nile) some give off “I’m shy but not a jerk” vibes (ie: “the boy next door”-type guy). The problem we were having with Yager was that he wasn’t giving off any vibes at all, so we didn’t know how to act. If you’re a creep, we know what to do; if you’re a jerk, we know what to do; if you’re just shy, we know what to do… but if there’s nothing upon which to base our judgment? Skittish.
I wouldn’t trade his friendship for anything. Well, maybe immortality. (Hahaha, just kidding. ^_^)