WanderingAmylessly 2.0

Is Larry Craig gay? Or is he not? Is he going to lose his job because he played footsie with an undercover cop in a bathroom, or because his right-wing homophobic constituents are afraid some sort of queer cooties will rub off on them? I'm not getting into it. I lose all patience (what little of it I have) when stories like this hit the media. Mostly I just feel sorry for Craig -- sorry that he can't admit who he is, not even to himself. Also sorry that he must resort to finding a sexual outlet in a public restroom. Mostly sorry that this has to be an issue at all, in 2007 when we have an openly gay congressman, Barney Frank, and even Vice President Cheney's own daughter is an out-and-proud lesbian. There are many, many more examples out there. Ok. So I said I wasn't going to rant and moan and pound my head against a "stonewall." I can't help it. Do we take one step forward and two steps back? Bravo canceled Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. So maybe all bet

For about the 437,000th time in my 35+ years, I started a diet and joined the gym. You know the drill, "Oh god I'm so fat. I gotta get in shape. I'm such a blobby pig." And for a few weeks it goes well, then you get a craving for a Quarter Pounder, you start making up reasons for not going to your aerobics class (this is when the desperate need to reorganize your sock drawer hits you), and before you know it, your fat pants are tight and you've grown another chin. But this is the first time I've started a diet and exercise regimen while: 1. Being on medications for bipolar disorder 2. Participating in individual and group therapies, dealing with my negative self-image issues 3. Having a flexible enough schedule to work in vigorous exercise 4. Realizing in four years I will be 40 freaking years old Except for a brief few years (during which I met my love and got married), I've always been overweight. I've done Weight Watchers. I've done NutriSystem.

Fifteen years ago this week, a 21-year-old Grinnell College student was on her way back to campus in central Iowa when she had car trouble. What happened between Aug. 23 and Sept. 2, when her body was found, stabbed to death and dumped along a road hundreds of miles away in southwest Missouri, is up to much speculation. Unfortunately, one thing is clear: no one has been brought to justice for her murder. My husband was her classmate and close friend. Everyone who knew her, and many more who didn't, still want answers. What happened to Tammy Zywicki? Someone out there knows. Zywicki was reportedly last seen with her car, a 1985 Pontiac T1000 with New Jersey license plates, at mile marker 83 in Central Illinois, between 3:10 p.m. and 4 p.m. on Aug. 23, 1992. It was also reported that a tractor/trailer was seen near Zywicki's vehicle during this time period. The driver of the tractor/trailer is described as a white male between 35 and 40 years of age, over six feet tall, with dark

The results are in, folks. Indeed, Tim also has bronchitis. Meet our friend, Sir Sputum. Or if you like, Friend Phlegm.

Mom and Dad took the kid on vacation to the lake, and all they got was a couple lousy cases of bronchitis. One case, mine, is confirmed and duly medicated with antibiotics, steroids (insert Ahhhnold voice here), and a lovely bonus script of Tylenol with Codeine. I'm guessing Tim will have a similar list for the drug store after he goes to the doc tomorrow. Welcome to our mucus-filled, wheezing, hacking, groaning, aching mess. Meantime, H got over his virus after only a few sniffles and is now whining because no one will play with him. "No one is being nice to me," he grouches. We're a sorry bunch. As in, feel sorry for us.