STERKWORKS | Ex-Mormon Lesbian Rocking Utah

Apparently homophobe brother called dad on the carpet about his book, “The Second Coming of Jesus Christ.” I never read it. I’m not too into fiction.

Dad believes, and wrote in his book, that the 1/3 of the host of heaven that was cast out are aliens, and inhabit UFOs and come from Satan.

I believe in UFOs, after all, if something flies through the air and hits me in the head and I can’t see it or find it, it is an Unidentified Flying Object. No brainer. But dad thinks they are the evil spirits who didn’t deserve bodies and the opportunity to come to Earth. So they spend their time building high tech beyond our capabilities space ships and try to freak us out?

And sit-on-his-ass because he refuses to “work for anybody” homophobe brother called my dad out about that part of his book. And now the book is no longer available on Lulu. I wonder if it was homophobe brother’s comments, or the Mormon general authorities’ comments in their last general conference that people should not be trying to guess when Jesus was coming again. Either way, it looks like dad pulled his book from public availablity.

Makes me wonder why God let homos come to Earth. Maybe that will be in dad’s next book. He will rethink his position and decide that homos are inhabiting UFOs and the ones that make it to Earth were kicked out from the space ships. Cool. That has a much better storyline.

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She has always loved graphic tee shirts. Always. That is her wardrobe. But the day after getting her pre-seventh grade highlights and lowlights, something clicked.

We went school shopping. And she picked out “girlie” shirts. With floral patterns. And spaghetti strap camisoles. Her first step into her teenage years, which don’t start for another four months.

She promised me she won’t turn into a bratty teenager. I believe her. But who knows. And it seems like only yesterday she was a newborn in PICU, fighting for her life. And I was an over-medicated new mother wondering why god was punishing me and would take my child from me.

So I’ll take a bratty teen if that is what she turns out to be. And I’ll love whatever she decides to wear, and support her life decisions, and continue to love every stage of her life. It just seems like it happened all so fast.

But all of us parents say that, don’t we?

My only disappointment, and I dread the day, is if when voting age approaches, she registers as a Republican.

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Yesterday at 9am I asked my boss for a few moments. I went into her office, closed her door, and very professionally told her I had received two job offers and accepted one of them. She in return was professional, but didn’t even ask why I was leaving. At first, I thought that was odd. Maybe I still do. But something inside tells me she knows the reason I am leaving.

In usual style when we met as a team, I was the one supporting the others, being the leader, telling them it would be okay, etc. The president and two executive VPs were then told, which now means there is a cone of silence covering me as far as they are concerned. They will probably not speak to me again. For many people, when they give their notice, those three take it as a personal insult. I like them all, so that is a bit sad for me.

My boss actually asked me if I wanted to send out the email announcing my departure. WTF??? No, once again, I am not paid to do your job. So she sent out the email at about 4:00pm; the time I was leaving for the day. And in classic cover one’s butt style, she implied a reason for me leaving that was not the reason.

Enough people know the real reason I am leaving. And that is good enough for me. Exit interview? Sure, I’ll tell them, but I suspect the exit interview write-ups go into a file drawer, or the garbage can.

I am excited to start my new job in two weeks, and until then, will enjoy my friends and of course, have a lot of lunch appointments.

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Congratulations to my oft-times Crush du Jour, Rachel Maddow. She gets her own show on MSNBC right after Keith Olbermann, starting September 8.

Of course I got my first whiff of this via Twitter (thanks Virgotex). I got my first whiff of Rachel, er, my first listen to Rachel in January when I activated the XM radio that came with my new car. She is so smart. And hot. I can’t help it. The reason I keep my XM subscription is for two stations. FRED (alternative-all decades), and Air America, except now XM calls their channel Amerileft, in I’m sure not a coincidence of Air America firing the vile Randi Rhodes. But I digress.

Now, I can drive home from work listening to my media goddess Rachel Maddow. Then when I get home, and after watching the ever handsome Keith, I get to watch my media goddess Rachel Maddow. Life is good. MSNBC, great move. I love you.

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Payday is Wednesday. I am down to about $5 in my checking account. Don’t know what I did wrong. I thought I was pretty frugal the past two weeks. No drive-thru eating, only made one purchase from liquor store, packed a lunch for work most days. Hmm.

At the same time I realize we are out of toilet paper, my daughter tells me that Piper is out of cat food. As in out…out…out. I’ve tried to explain that she needs to give me more than a 24-hour notice when we are out of cat food or cat litter. But she is correct. We are out. Poor Piper is growing thumbs so she can try to open the pantry door and get to the cans of tuna fish.

Toilet paper or cat food. The decision is easy, and summed up by a camp song I learned as a Mormon youth and liked camping:

Stranded. Stranded on the toilet bowl.
What do you do when you’re stranded, and you don’t have a roll.
For once in your life you must proove you’re a man.
What do you do? Use your hand!

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