It’s not easy being green (edit)

I called Danny today. The answer: YES!

Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, may I present my home for the next two years:

I could list all of the features of the house, but I think that might actually be a bit boring. So I’ll just say that it’s absolutely perfect. I am so excited to move in with Bryan and Bobby and John. We’ll have a fantastic time of it. And, God willing, I will have a puppy to keep me company! Good news all around. And now I don’t have to go rental-hunting anymore. Rental-hunting sucks balls. But it paid off in the end! Huzzah!

In other thoughts, I was in the Union today and there was a booth with two guys in it, doing some project involving red envelopes… After asking what they were about, I found that they were sending empty envelopes to the White House, each representing an aborted child. They asked me if I wanted one sent in my name.

I politely declined, and moved on, but the emotions that hit me were quite astounding, actually. At first I almost started crying. Actually, for this to make sense, let me just explain my stance on abortion:

I do not agree with abortion. I don’t like the idea. I would never get an abortion. I would advise my friends against it. Don’t like it. Don’t like it at all. BUT. There needs to be a choice. Having a baby can really fuck up a mother’s life, both emotionally, physically, economically… sometimes adoption isn’t an option. People have different opinions on this issue. I’m not going to tell someone what to do with her body just because I believe in something that she does not. That is just not cool.

So I tend to get really frustrated with pro-lifers. And I did. I got really angry that the two people manning the booth were both male. Also, one of them tried to ask me on a date last year. Bluh. Lots of weird emotional combinations. I like Sam a lot. He’s sweet, and kind, and thoughtful. So to see him so actively supporting something that I find to be incredibly insensitive and selfish…

Another thing that’s been on my mind, politically, lately, is the supreme court case surrounding Proposition 8. Long story short, the justices are trying to decide if the Proposition is legal or not. This whole thing sucks. Sucks sucks sucks.

I, personally, like my ideal solution to the whole gay marriage issue (not just Prop. 8). Call legal marriage something else. Extend this right to everyone, under the equality described in the constitution. Leave marriages to the churches, where they started. I know a lot of gay people get up in arms about the whole "different name" thing, but they’re usually arguing against having a different name for homosexual and heterosexual unions. I say separate the legal and religious definitions. Gay people still might not be able to get married in certain churches, but that is the churches’ issue.

Wasn’t our nation founded on separation of Church and State? Why not kill two birds with one stone here? Let individual churches decide whether or not to grant marriages to gay couples, and let everyone get the legal rights promised them in the constitution. Religious gays can then go after their churches, as they see fit, instead of having to focus on both their church and their government. Everybody wins.

Also, and I don’t mean this to come off as argumentative, but could anyone explain to me why it is that people do not want gay people to get married? I really don’t understand how my marriage could interfere with your life or your religious beliefs. I’ve heard that allowing gays to marry would "devalue" marriage, but I don’t understand how that works. Marriage is different for each religion, couple, and person. The value of religion lies within each person touched by it– if gays get married, does that make your marriage any less valid? (Again, I’m not looking to be antagonistic, I want an honest-to-goodness dialogue.)

Anyway, political musings are over now.

Bryan is supposed to find out today whether or not he got the job for which he interviewed last Wednesday. If he gets it, he’ll be going down to the Navajo nation for three and a half weeks over the summer to teach geometry (tied in to traditional Navajo practices) to junior high and high school kids. It really sounds like a fantastic job, and it will pay pretty fantastically. The part of me that is happy when Bryan is happy is very much rooting for him to get this job. The part of me who hasn’t spent more than five days away from Bryan since we started going out is very, very sad. That part will have to bite it, though.

Seeing as it’s pretty late in the day, I doubt that he’ll be hearing back on whether or not the job is his today. Maybe tomorrow, or perhaps the next day. We’re both waiting to see the outcome. (And now that I don’t have to wait so hard to find out about the house (!!!) I can actually pay attention to those other bits of information that I’m also waiting to learn.)

I shouldn’t begin sentences (no matter how parenthetical) with conjunctions. Bad Addie.

I did yoga for about an hour this morning, before heading off to breakfast and class. I loved it. I’m going to try and wake up early so I can do that more. I used to look at people funny who would wake up early just to exercise, but I finally understand, now! It really does feel good. And my back, which was really sore when I woke up, hasn’t bugged me at all today. Which is very good. I’m so glad that it’s healing, even if it’s taking FOREVER.

I should probably log off so that I can do some work and not be too stressed out after the Guide Dogs meeting tonight. I just wanted to let y’all know that we’ll be renting the house that we wanted! Huzzah!

*Edit:  Bryan just called and said that he is not getting the job.  The positions are going to two grad students with tons of teaching experience.  (Bryan has a lot of teaching experience, just not teaching math.)  So that’s a bummer.  But I won’t lose my boyfriend for one third of the summer, which is nice.  Hopefully he’ll find something else fun to do over the summer that won’t involve being very very far away.