Lesbians

Lindsey sent me this article from MSN:

Greek islanders seek to reclaim term ‘Lesbian’
Court has been asked to draw line between Lesbos natives and gay women

updated 1 hour, 45 minutes ago

ATHENS, Greece - A Greek court has been asked to draw the line between the natives of the Aegean Sea island of Lesbos and the world's gay women.
Three islanders from Lesbos — home of the ancient poet Sappho, who praised love between women — have taken a gay rights group to court for using the word lesbian in its name.
One of the plaintiffs said Wednesday that the name of the association, Homosexual and Lesbian Community of Greece, "insults the identity" of the people of Lesbos, who are also known as Lesbians.
"My sister can't say she is a Lesbian," said Dimitris Lambrou. "Our geographical designation has been usurped by certain ladies who have no connection whatsoever with Lesbos," he said.
The three plaintiffs are seeking to have the group barred from using "lesbian" in its name and filed a lawsuit on April 10. The other two plaintiffs are women.
Also called Mytilene, after its capital, Lesbos is famed as the birthplace of Sappho. The island is a favored holiday destination for gay women, particularly the lyric poet's reputed home town of Eressos.
"This is not an aggressive act against gay women," Lambrou said. "Let them visit Lesbos and get married and whatever they like. We just want (the group) to remove the word lesbian from their title."
He said the plaintiffs targeted the group because it is the only officially registered gay group in Greece to use the word lesbian in its name. The case will be heard in an Athens court on June 10.
'Lesbians for thousands of years'Sappho lived from the late 7th to the early 6th century B.C. and is considered one of the greatest poets of antiquity. Many of her poems, written in the first person and intended to be accompanied by music, contain passionate references to love for other women.
Lambrou said the word lesbian has only been linked with gay women in the past few decades. "But we have been Lesbians for thousands of years," said Lambrou, who publishes a small magazine on ancient Greek religion and technology that frequently criticizes the Christian Church.
Very little is known of Sappho's life. According to some ancient accounts, she was an aristocrat who married a rich merchant and had a daughter with him. One tradition says that she killed herself by jumping off a cliff over an unhappy love affair.
Lambrou says Sappho was not gay. "But even if we assume she was, how can 250,000 people of Lesbian descent — including women — be considered homosexual?"
The Homosexual and Lesbian Community of Greece could not be reached for comment.

Awesome!

According to my dr's scale, I now weigh 110! This is awesome as I have never weighed this much in my life... although it's not exactly muscle I've put on the past few weeks... so we got to do some healthy conversions me thinks.

So stoked! Now I actually match the info on my drivers license! :)

Grumbly grumbly

So the other day I was complaining to/warning Michael that I DO NOT do well without food. I get all sorts of raunchy (as many of you have had to experience. Sorry!). He asked if I was hypoglycemic, and you know what.... I have never thought of that before!

Since I'll be leaving the country (yay!) I thought it was a good idea to be up on all my Dr visits. (Lol! My poor dad was questioning me because he saw an HPV pamplet in my car. I comforted him, "Don't worry dad, it was just a check up, and I asked about the prevenative Cervical Cancer shot. Nothing to worry about.") I have a physical scheduled for today and thought I would check the hypoglycemia thing. I need to *fast for 8 hours before. Since my appointment is at 1:00, that means I haven't ate since about 1:00 am last night. I am so hungry!

I feel like Homer when he is on his hunger strike!

*I called the hospital yesterday to see if I needed to fast for today. Here is the conversation that took place:

-I have a physical scheduled for tomorrow and wanted to be tested for hypoglycemia. Do I need to fast for that?
-I don't know. I'm not a nurse.
-Ummm...can you find out?
-Oh wait.... Dr. Rada would always prefer to have his patients fast no matter what he is seeing them for. So yeah, you can fast.
-How long do I have to fast for?
-However long you feel comfortable with. It's just what you prefer.
-Well, if i'm doing the hypoglycemia test isn't there a certain time frame I have to be fasting for?
-It's just whatever you feel comfortable with.
-Really?
(Silence)
-Ummm.... is there a nurse I can talk to?
-I'll have one call you if you would feel more comfortable with that.
-(Hell) Yes. Thanks (for nothing).

This is good

I had a Dr's appointment today and guess what? I am totally up to 108 lbs! Dude, pretty excited about this. Now, if I would just wake up early enough to run and lift weights in the morning, I would be very happy. How sweet to maintain the weight while substituting some of the unhealthy with muscle mass and adding a couple of healthy pounds?

Okay, that's the new plan... although I'm remember why I haven't done so yet. Work and school. I have to focus on finals the next couple of weeks, and before you know it, I'm in Europe. Maybe all the walking around cities will help with cardio and stamina. Maybe, just maybe I can do calf raises/push ups in my room....

Hmmm, we'll see. As of now, I'm just glad my weight is up. Let's not think back to the weight at late last year. ::shudder:: Awful.

Aye yi yi!

Acabo de inscritos para mi Fall 2008 clases y estoy muy entusiasmado de haber firmado para el español. Ah sí, ya me estoy tomando los pasos de convertirse en bilingües, y de tomar nuevas medidas para hacer un estudio en el extranjero de habla hispana el próximo verano. Nice!

Estoy un poco desgarrado si debo tomar una clase de matemáticas de 1030 Razonamiento cuantitativo o de la Nutrición de la clase 3010 que se analiza el papel de la dieta en las enfermedades crónicas. Estoy registrado en la actualidad y veremos qué camino me pasará este otoño. Español será definitivamente en el orden del día sin embargo. Y hey, tengo que ser fluido caso mi amante latino Antonio Banderas llega un llaman derecho no soy yo!?

Y sí, he traducido todo esto con el traductor de Google, ya no sé cualquier español. Así chupo.

What a tease!

I had a dream last night that I was sitting at Cougar Stadium enjoying some killer BYU football and just plain loving life! How could you not? Football makes everything better! Before I knew it, my alarm went off and it was time for work. Sad. I wasn't too tired, and got up with considerable ease. I got ready and was very pleased to do so in my recently cleaned and spotless room. :: sigh :: Nothing like a nice clean room to give you piece of mind. It's so refreshing! I finished getting ready and felt really cute. I could tell it was just one of those days where I was on my game. I was lookin good! I came into work when suddenly...

My alarm REALLY went off. Yeah, all of that "getting up with ease" crap was also a figment of my imagination as is real football in April. I woke up to find I had not actually woke up and did not do morning routine. My room was in fact the same whirlwind of a pig stye and now I would have to get up "again" which is the worse part of any day. It took a lot to drag my tired bones out of bed to only look in the mirror and see... well, not as cute of a Chelsey that had been envisioned mere moments before.

And to top it all off, BYU football is still 138 days away.

Damn my imagination! If only it weren't so vivid!

What are you wearing?

Today I accomplished something huge. We're talking Hu-uge! In order to fully appreciate this awesome achievement, let's take a stroll down memory lane of oh... 24 years ago.

Here, at almost a quarter of a century ago lies a wee babe (wee meaning all cute and chunkified). At 6 months old I was the youngest of 5 children to complete my parents family. It became apparent to them my tear ducts were not working. They took me into the dr, and it appears my tear ducts had never formed and a procedure would need to be done. ;;jk/.;;oll.ol.

(Side note. I left the computer because my brother got here with the kids. I was reading a book with Parker and said, "Oooh, is that a mountain?" (annunciating the 'T' and Parker says, "No, it's Mounain" - in typical Utah fashion. It was cute.... anyway) I hung out with them fot a bit, and when I came back the kids had typed that gibberish above, and there is chocolate over those keys on the keyboard. Love them!)

Anyway, Surgery would need to be done for my tear ducts, but it basically included the Dr. strapping me down, and "drilling" holes in my eyelids while I was awake. Ever since then, I have had this weird eye thing and don't like things too close to them. I've been trying to get over some fears that I have had in the past, and figured this was a good one to deal with.

Today I had an eye appointment, and I am please to announce I am currently wearing contacts! I have had glasses for... I don't know 10+ years. It's pretty sweet to not have them. I feel like I look all weird without them though. I'm just not use to it. I'm way excited to have contacts for when I work out, and for football games.

Let's pretend for a moment I live the type of life where people are constantly and seductively asking what I am wearing. As of today, I would excitedly say, "Contacts!" Hey, it might be a mood killer, but it's pretty cool for this chick!

DAMN YOU MARIE OSMOND!

I was talking to Lindsey tonight on the phone and she went on to tell me a story very similar to the following:

"So I'm at home watching Miss USA and guess who one of the hosts is? Well, it's not that exciting, but it's Marie Osmond. She totally had the exact same hairstyle I wanted for Kierstin's wedding! I know, Marie had my hair style. It was just like, 'Damn you Marie Osmond!' Every time I saw her I thought, 'That's my hair, and it would have looked so cute one me!'

Anyway, I love Lindsey. She's too cute.

(I currently can't find a pic of Marie hosting the contest, but I'll see if I can't get one soon so you can see the adorable hair that could have been apart of the Messenger Wedding '07...)

Day Two

Ain't nothing like an anti-depressant and a bowl of Cookie Dough to get ya outta bed in the morning.

Tear

So, last night one of my dearest of dear friends ended her trip out here in Utah and headed back out to PA. I know... it sucks and I'm completely heartbroken. It was one of those mornings where I couldn't get out of bed (or roll off the couch, whatever) cuz I just wanted to stay home and sulk big time.
I as moping big time when I got in my car to leave the airport as Frontier Airlines sped her 2,100 miles away from me. It didn't help either to turn on the radio to hear the oh-so applicable Whitesnake song, "Here I go Again" from the very beginning. Thanks universe for reminding me how miserably lonely I am as tears stream down my face... thanks a lot.
I'm reminded of Owen Wilson's character on "The Wedding Crashers" when he's all hurt and crushed, and speaks on his answering machine with this unmotivated and depressed, "You've reached John.... whatever. ::beep::". So sad, and so relevant!

(from left to Right: Tia, Carrie, Chelsey, Jessica)

I before E, except after C...

I'm not sure when it's appropriate to use the words "peoples" or "monies" but when I hear it, it puts me in a good mood.

SUPER STAR!

So my nephew has a couple of audio puzzles that are light sensored. He has one inparticular that is the alphabet and when you put the letter in it's correct spot it will say something similar to, "G is for guitar."

Well here I am in the computer room doin my thang when our dog, Sitka, walks in and sits down. I hear the puzzle say, "S is for star!". Now... the way the guy says star... he is sooooooooooo excited. It's like he does jazz hands with the star. "S is for STAR!" This isn't a big deal as you will hear the puzzle on occasion, usually as you turn the light off in the room.

For whatever reason, Sitka was in just the right spot. So wvery few seconds you hear, "S is for STAR!" "S is for STAR!" Sure, I could have gotten up and turned the puzzle upside down, but then I wouldn't be writing this delightful post now would I? Yeah, think about it.

Anyway, Sitka has since let the room so I don't hear some guy getting excited about the constellations above.

JAZZ HANDS!