A Week's Gone By...

I don't know if there are many Battlestar Galactica fans out there, but I thought last weeks season premiere episode "He That Believeth In Me" was pretty good. I'm a little disappointed that we are only going to get 10 out of the 20 episodes before they take another break. They've confirmed this is the final season, so why not just give us all the episodes?

Who do you think is the last of the Final 5. Those that I've talked to about it are split between it either being Starbuck or Admiral Adama! I'm not quite sure yet myself. There are compelling arguments for both.

Only two more weeks till LOST returns. I hope the intensity stays at the levels it was before the little hiatus!

Today here in Seattle we finally got a little taste of spring. It was in the mid 50's, clear, and sunny. We've been experiencing crappy February type weather until today, meaning, below 50, overcast and showers. Hell, we even had snow on 3/30 and 3/31!

L & H are back from there trip and I haven't seen them yet. We have to have them over for dinner. I could whip up one of my new specialties, some good wine, and dessert. I don't see them as much as I should, or as I'd like, but it's my own fault. I get pretty self absorbed in my work and many times after a 50+ hour week I don't have the energy for nightly entertaining and visiting. I need to make a stronger priority of maintaining those relationships. They do mean so much to me.

I mean really, B&B and L&H were the first one's I came out to, and they've always been the most supportive and loving people. I wish I could have had that kind of support when I was growing up and dealing with all these issues as a confused teenager. We were all confused, but add to that the self-doubt and insecurity of knowing that you're different, but you can't acknowledge it, no will accept it, let alone support, and you're even more isolated and alone.

I know, one might ask, how can someone with 11 brothers and 5 five sisters (yes, that's 17 children all together. One Mother, one Father, all single births, no twins and no adoptions) ever be alone when growing up, but believe it's not only possible, it happened. Some day I'll start sharing some of the family stuff. It's hard and can be painful, but yet there is also many fun and cheerful memories to reflect upon as well. Hell, who has a normal childhood anyway. Talk about urban legends. I don't believe there is any such thing as a 'normal' childhood. Those that claim to have had one are either in cavernous denial, hiding something, or lying!